These were the moments Grace treasured the most—quiet, peaceful moments where everything felt right. The world outside might be chaotic, but here, in this dimly lit room, it was calm.

As she finished the last sentence, Grace glanced over to see both children had drifted off to sleep.

She smiled to herself, the corners of her mouth lifting gently. Carefully, she closed the book, taking care not to make a sound that could disturb them.

She leaned over, placing a tender kiss on Roy’s forehead, then on Nancy’s, pausing for a moment to watch their soft breathing. She knew that even though they were asleep, the warmth of her presence made them feel safe.

Before leaving, she cracked the door just slightly, letting a small sliver of light from the hallway shine through—enough to comfort Roy, who was always a bit scared of the dark.

Grace stepped out of the room, her heart still filled with the sweetness of the evening ritual. But as she walked into the kitchen, she immediately noticed something was wrong.

Her husband, Kirk, stood by the kitchen table, gripping his phone tightly. His face was pale, and the moment their eyes met, Grace felt her chest tighten.

She could tell by the look in his eyes that whatever news he had wasn’t good.

“Kirk, what is it?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly as her mind raced through possibilities.

Kirk took a step toward her, his expression full of sadness. “Grace,” he began softly, reaching out to hold her hand. “I’m so sorry. It’s your father… John passed away.”

Grace’s heart stopped. The world around her seemed to slow down, as if time itself had frozen.

Her breath hitched, and suddenly, the weight of the words sank in, bringing a rush of overwhelming pain.

She felt her legs give way as the tears flooded her eyes, and before she knew it, she was collapsing into Kirk’s arms. Her body trembled with sobs, the grief consuming her completely.

“I didn’t even get to say goodbye,” she cried, her voice barely audible as she buried her face in Kirk’s chest.

His arms wrapped around her, holding her tightly, trying to provide the strength she needed in that moment. But nothing could take away the heartbreak of losing her father.

The room felt emptier now, the air heavier. Grace clung to her husband, feeling as though the ground beneath her had been swept away.

The next day, Grace and Kirk drove in silence toward her father’s farm. The familiar landscape passed by in a blur, and Grace barely noticed it. Her heart felt heavy, weighed down by the guilt she couldn’t shake.

She hadn’t visited her father’s farm as often as she should have in recent years. Life in the city, raising two young children and balancing everything, had kept her away. Now, it was too late to make up for lost time.

She could feel the sting of regret with every mile they drove closer to the place that held so many memories of her childhood.

Kirk, sensing her unease, reached over and squeezed her hand. “Grace,” he said gently, “you always cared for your dad. You visited when you could. Being a mother of two is no small task, and your father understood that.”

She nodded, trying to take comfort in his words, but it didn’t erase the guilt entirely. As the farmhouse came into view, her stomach knotted.

The place hadn’t changed much, still standing strong with its familiar weathered wood and wide fields.

Yet, it felt different knowing her father was no longer there. It was as if the heart of the farm had been taken away, leaving only an empty shell.

When they pulled up to the house, Grace saw her brother Mitchell leaning against his sleek, expensive car, talking into his Bluetooth headset as if he were conducting business.

Even now, on the day of their father’s will reading, Mitchell seemed more concerned with work than with family.

He was dressed sharply in a suit that seemed out of place in the country setting, his eyes scanning over papers as he spoke into his headset.

Grace stepped out of the car and walked up to him. He paused his call just long enough to greet her with a stiff hug.

“Grace,” he said in a calm, composed voice, as though he were discussing a business deal. “I’m glad you made it.”

She nodded, her eyes searching his face for any sign of grief. But Mitchell had always been like this—cold, distant, and always thinking about work.

It made her sad that even today, he couldn’t let go of that part of himself.

“Have you heard from Tom?” Mitchell asked, glancing at his watch.

Grace shook her head. “No, not yet.”

Mitchell sighed in exasperation. “Of course not. Typical Tom. He’ll probably be late to his own funeral one day.”

Grace didn’t have the energy to engage in family drama. She was too overwhelmed with her own grief to care about Mitchell’s frustrations with their younger brother.

The siblings had never been particularly close, and moments like these made the distance between them even more apparent.

A few moments later, Harry, their father’s lawyer, stepped out of the house and waved them inside.

Grace took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come.

As they entered the farmhouse, the familiar smell of the old wood and the sight of her father’s favorite chair made her heart ache. Memories of sitting in that very chair as a little girl flooded her mind, and she blinked back tears.

Just as they were about to start the will reading, Tom burst into the room, his hair messy, and his shirt slightly untucked.

He looked as though he had sprinted there, barely making it on time. Grace wasn’t surprised—Tom had always been the last-minute type, rushing into everything without much planning.

“Sorry I’m late,” Tom muttered, giving a sheepish smile as he found a seat.

Harry began reading the will, and as soon as he announced that all of John’s money was to be donated to charity, the room erupted in outrage. Mitchell’s face turned red with anger, and Tom looked equally shocked.

“Charity?” Mitchell sputtered. “And what about the farm?”

Harry calmly explained that the farm was all that remained, along with a small fund for anyone who wanted to keep it. If no one did, the farm would also be donated, and each sibling would receive a $10,000 payout.

Mitchell and Tom exchanged quick glances, both of them scoffing at the idea of keeping the farm. To them, it was a burden, something outdated and not worth their time. They quickly agreed to take the payout, eager to be rid of the responsibility.

But Grace stayed silent. Deep inside, she couldn’t bear the thought of letting go of the farm that had meant so much to their father.

It wasn’t just land to her—it was a part of her family, a part of her father’s legacy. She could still picture him out in the fields, working the soil with his hands, teaching her the value of hard work and dedication.

When Mitchell and Tom offered to split the money with her if she agreed to sell, Grace shook her head firmly.

“Dad loved this place,” she said quietly. “I can’t just sell it.”

Her brothers rolled their eyes, clearly frustrated with her sentimentality. To them, it was just an old piece of property, but to Grace, it was something far more precious.

After a few more moments of huffing and complaining, Mitchell and Tom finally gave up and left her alone.

Harry handed her the deed to the farm, along with a small folded note. “What’s this?” Grace asked, holding up the paper.

“It’s part of your father’s will,” Harry explained. “If someone chooses to keep the farm, they receive this note.”

Grace glanced at the numbers written on the paper, unsure what they meant. Her brothers laughed it off, clearly uninterested, and left without giving it a second thought.

As they drove away, Grace stood there, feeling the weight of the farm resting on her shoulders. It was hers now, but she wasn’t sure what to do next.

After her brothers left, Grace stayed behind to care for the animals and clean up the old farmhouse.

Kirk had wanted her to return to the city with him and the kids, but she needed time alone to figure out what to do next.

The farm was overwhelming, but every time she thought of selling it, her heart ached. She remembered helping her father on the farm as a child, feeding the animals and learning the land. It was hard work, but it had always been rewarding.

As Grace was cleaning out her father’s old study, she noticed something strange—a safe hidden behind one of the old bookshelves. She had never seen it before.

Curious, she tried to open it but realized it was locked. Then, she remembered the note with the numbers Harry had given her.

Holding her breath, she entered the numbers into the safe’s lock. The door clicked open, revealing a small pile of jewelry, some gold, and a letter.

Grace’s hands trembled as she opened the letter and began to read her father’s words.

“For whoever keeps the farm,” the letter read, “I wanted to leave this as a reminder of what this place meant to me. The farm was always the greatest treasure of my life, but I wanted you to have something extra, something to make sure you never regret the decision to keep it.”

He had always believed in the value of hard work and family, and now, through his letter, he had given her both a material treasure and a reminder of what truly mattered.

A week later, Grace sat with Kirk, explaining everything she had found.

It took some convincing, but eventually, she persuaded him to move the family to the farm.

“This is where I’m supposed to be,” she told him. “It’s not just about the treasure. It’s about honoring Dad and the life he built here.”

They moved in, and as Grace worked the land, with her children playing in the fields and Kirk by her side, she knew she had made the right choice.

She never regretted keeping the farm—it was more than just land. It was her father’s legacy. And in the end, she was the only one who understood the true treasure she had received.

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