“Sign the deed or I’ll break your arm right here!” my brother screamed while slamming me against the side of a truck outside Sunset Lavender Co. as our parents watched without a flicker of emotion. Years ago they dumped me on worthless land, but now they wanted my multi-million-dollar farm to erase his debts — completely unaware I had secretly sold everything months earlier.My name is Sienna Fry. I’m thirty years old, and I’m staring at an email that makes me want to scream until my lungs collapse.“Stop wasting your life playing in dirt, Sienna. You have 72 hours to leave the property. Mom is coming to collect the deed. Don’t make this harder than necessary.”

The message is from my older brother, Garrett. The golden child. The same brother who received an $847,000 luxury apartment in Manhattan from our father after finishing his MBA. Meanwhile, when I graduated top of my class in Environmental Science, my father handed me a dusty deed to twelve acres of barren land in the Hudson Valley. “Take this useless dirt,” Douglas sneered coldly. “At least you can’t ruin anything important there.”The house sitting on the property was a collapsing 1978 shack with no.The house sitting on the property was a collapsing 1978 shack with no heating and no hot water. During that first winter, I froze constantly while working fourteen-hour days and doing remote data-entry jobs just to keep up with taxes. But buried in the land, I discovered a strip of native wildflowers. With a $3,200 loan from my best friend Natalie, I slowly transformed the wasteland into a thriving 7.2-acre lavender farm.