As I drifted
toward sleep, one thought cut through the haze. Dad had left me exactly what I needed. Not just land, not just minerals, but a chance to finally stand on my own.
Sunlight filtered through the cabin’s thin curtains, and for the first time in weeks, I woke up without an alarm or the sound of boots stomping outside the barracks. My back ached from the couch, but the smell of pine and the quiet of the lake made it tolerable.
I sat up, rubbed my face, and looked toward thekitchen table. The letter from Dad lay right where I’d left it, waiting. I poured myself instant coffee from the dusty tin I found in the cabinet, then sat down and unfolded the rest of the letter.
Hannah, I left you the cabin for a reason. Megan would only see money in it, but you’ll see what it really means. Rose believed in resilience. She believed women had to fight twice as hard to be respected, and she made me promise to pass that fight down. If you’re holding thisletter, then I trust you to keep that promise. The army taught you discipline and courage, but this land will give you independence. Don’t sell it. Protect it. Build something with it. I’ve already spoken with Robert Chen, an attorney I trust. He has documents that prove your rights. Call him when you’re ready.
Dad’s handwriting wavered toward the end, but his message was clear. He didn’t want Megan touching this land. He wanted me to do something with it.
