Leo looked around the room. He saw the anxious faces of his family. He saw the legacy in his mother's eyes, and the exhaustion in his own reflection in the dark window. "If we sell," Leo said softly, "Casagrande disappears."
Rosa didn’t look at the paper. She looked at the scratches on the table. "Do you know where this table came from, Leo?" Leo nodded. "Grandpa built it." Casagrande
For eighty years, the Casagrande family had worked this soil. They had weathered droughts, economic crashes, and the slow, relentless march of time that threatened to turn their fertile fields into suburban sprawl. Leo looked around the room