“Tell him he knows where to find me,” I said.
I got in my truck and drove away without looking back, but in the rearview mirror I saw Tom staring at the documents, his mouth tight. He knew. He knew for sure.
The drive home took twelve minutes. I could have done it with my eyes closed. I passed the Henderson property, where the new colt was still learning to use his legs. I rounded the corner where lightning had split the old oak tree five summers earlier. I climbed the hill where the land opened into the valley I had shaped over twenty years.
Elena’s truck was parked near the barn.
As soon as she saw me, she came out into the open, with the medical records clutched to her chest and her eyes already scrutinizing my face.
“Lily.”
Just my name, but she had managed to fill him with worry.
“Lisa Hawthorne says she bought the ranch for five dollars.”
Elena didn’t flinch. She didn’t swear. She tightened her fingers on the clipboard.
“That explains why Samuel was loading a rental truck this morning,” she said. “I thought you knew.”
This morning.
While I was in the back pasture working with the foals, he was packing boxes, choosing what to take, deciding which parts of my life were worth stealing.
We walked home together. The front door was wide open. His office was completely empty. The desk drawers were empty. The filing cabinet was overturned.
He had taken what he thought was important.
I accompanied Elena into the kitchen and reached behind the refrigerator, my fingers brushing the cold metal. I pulled out the old coffee can wrapped in plastic.
Inside were the original documents.
The original deed, registered only to me. The receipts for every fence, every well, every structure I’d improved. The livestock records documenting twenty years of meticulous work. And a hotel receipt I’d found three weeks earlier in Samuel’s jacket pocket.
Riverside Hotel. Champagne. Room service for two.
With a note.
I can’t wait for our new beginning.
L
“You knew,” Elena said softly.
“I suspected as much,” I replied, folding the receipt back into the box. “But suspicion isn’t proof.”
My phone vibrated. It was Samuel’s sister, Margaret.
