Brought in flowers from the yard and set them in empty mason jars. Bit by bit, the place transformed—not into a home, or a monument, but a haven. Hers. Weeks later, after the will was long settled and the arguments died down, Claire met with a quiet real estate agent in town.
She handed him a list of local charities, small farms, and one family down the road who’d lost everything the year before. She kept just enough of her inheritance to start something small: a flower and herb garden in the empty plot behind the barn.