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"Houses can be torn down," Rosa agreed, reaching across the table to cover his hand with her warm, calloused palm. "But as long as we are together, we carry the foundation with us. The question isn't about the money, Leo. The question is: are you running away from the hard work, or are you running toward a new dream?"

"He’s always late, Mama," her daughter, Elena, replied with a soft smile as she set the long wooden dining table. "Leo takes after Papa. He thinks he can negotiate with the sunset." Casagrande

Leo Casagrande was currently a mile away, standing at the highest point of the north pasture. He was thirty-two, with his grandfather’s stubborn jawline and eyes that seemed to constantly search the horizon. In his hand, he crushed a dry clod of earth, watching the gray dust slip through his fingers. "Houses can be torn down," Rosa agreed, reaching

He smiled, a slow, genuine thing that reached his eyes for the first time all day. With deliberate slowness, Leo picked up the contract, tore it straight down the middle, and tossed the pieces into the center of the table. The question is: are you running away from