“I was thinking we could build a greenhouse here,” I said, looking out at the open yard.

“A place to grow things.”

Wyatt walked over and put his arms around my waist, resting his chin on my shoulder.

“We can do whatever you want,” he said.

We stood there in the quiet evening, watching the shadows lengthen across the grass.

The legal battles were won, and the people who had tried to destroy me were locked away.

I had my name back, my grandfather’s legacy, and the man who had stood by me through the worst of it.

For the first time in my life, the future did not look like a threat.

It looked like an open field, waiting for the spring.