*Amelia*
I’m out of place as I stand on the porch in high-heeled shoes. It’s worn and falling apart, matching the small house it’s attached to. It’s sad, but it’s hard to find sympathy for a man who lied to his wife and everyone around him.
Jim wanted to join me, not because he wanted to see Ronnie or have some kind of reunion with the man who is his biological father. Jim wanted to join me because he was worried about me. I couldn’t ask him to join me, though. That would be too much to ask.
I knock on the door. The older man opens it, nodding to me. “Can I help you?” he asks.
I reach out my hand, and he shakes it. “I’m Amelia Montgomery. I’d like to talk to you about the possibility of purchasing your ranch.”
“Ain’t for sale,” he tells me and begins to close the door.
“I’
