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But as Leo looked down at the house, the conflict in his chest felt like physical weight.

"Five million," Elena whispered. "Leo, that changes everything." 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. But as Leo looked down at the house,

"Well?" Rosa asked, her dark eyes locking onto Leo. "What did the city man want?" He was thirty-two, with his grandfather’s stubborn jawline

"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."

A collective gasp went around the table. Elena put a hand to her mouth. To a family that lived season to season, it was an unimaginable fortune.