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The urge to run crippled me.
But my love for Della broke me.
She wouldn’t like it.
I would hate it.
But this was about more than what we wanted. This was about what she needed, and any sacrifice was worth that.
Inhaling with steely resolve, I asked, “Do you need a farmhand for summer?”
A half-smile tilted his lips. “A kid with your skills and work ethic? I could use for multiple summers.”
I looked once more out the window, toward the waving boughs of forests and promises of vacant untouched land, and then turned my back on it.
The rivers and forest would still be there.
For now, my role was to give Della everything I had to give.
Holding out my hand, I said, “You have a deal. Help me give Della things I can’t on my own, and I’ll stay for however long you need me.”