and drove out.
I walked into the empty workshop alone. Photographed the damage, dated everything, sent it to Nathan. Then I locked the door with a new padlock and stood there with the keys in my hand, looking at the 0.8 acres Ryan had quietly, carefully deeded to me before he ran out of time.
Ours. Fully, finally, unchallengeably ours.
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