That’s what sold it for Robert. They moved in together, promising to tend the vineyard as a shared dream. But Marianne passed just three years later. A quiet illness that left too little time. Now it was just Robert—and the grapes.
He tried to maintain it all himself. He clipped and watered and trained the vines, but something never felt quite right. Some plants refused to take. Others browned too soon. The yield was shrinking.