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I clutched the envelope until my knuckles turned white. “The farm money isn’t yours,” I said, steadying my voice. His hand struck my cheek, sharp and hum:ili:ating. “Get her out of here,” he shouted.
My name is Carol Whitman. The envelope in my hands felt heavier than the farmhouse. Inside was the cashier’s check from the sale—money Frank and I earned…