By the end of October, with the grapes harvested, Adam sat down on the ground of River’s Bend and looked out at the sunset.
The most recent financial projections had been grim: either they shut down River’s Bend entirely, or find a buyer and sell it. If they were lucky, they’d sell it and break even. More than likely? They’d sell it at a loss.
The numbers floated through Adam’s mind. They were sticky, like cobwebs, and he couldn’t stop thinking of them. He couldn’t stop thinking about Chris’s face, and Leah’s, and Kerry’s. He couldn't get Jaime’s silent, grim expression out of his mind.
But most odd of all? He couldn’t get Joy out of his mind. No matter how hard he tried, she wouldn’t leave.
His phone vibrated in his pocket. He ignored it. It vibrated again, and again. He fished it out
