Goody tilts her head. “I was sitting in this very chair when Garrett said exactly those words back in April. We drafted the new will that day.” I blink back tears, my stomach pitching. “But why make me live on the ranch? Is that even legal? How can it be enforced?” Goody takes a long inhale and then holds out her hands, palms up. “It’s what your dad wanted, Mollie. I’m sorry. I know it’s not what you hoped to hear.” “What if I don’t do it?” Cash harrumphs. “Shocker.”
