“I will be just fine. We’ll get through it, and you know what? The rest can wait.” I wiped his tears with my thumbs. “It can all wait. It doesn’t matter if all of those things fall through, Travis. At the end of the day, they’re not important.” “Yes, they are,” he said. “They’re important to you, to this farm.” “Nowhere near as important to me than you,” I whispered. “Trav, baby, you have to go.”
