“What?” I demanded, my voice rising into the evening air. “You sold them all the dream, El!” he shouted. “Everyone knows exactly how magical this place could be. You documented every step, shared every plan you had. Now all someone has to do is buy the land and profit off your ideas! You handed it to them on a silver fucking platter!” Realization was a sucker punch. Hurt laced with shame as I fired back. “Well excuse the fuck out of me! I was happy and having fun and, and—did you think I knew Stan was going to die?” My voice broke on the last word, and I swayed on my feet.
