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You’re going to go with me to New Mexico. You’ll stay with me if you’re okay with that. I don’t think either one of us should be alone right now. Family has to stick together. But, Emmie, you should try to talk to Mom before you make that decision. She fired you, but she told me to pack my bags and get out. I see negotiating room there for you if you want it.”
    â€œYou already sound like a lawyer, Nick. I’ll go out and say good-bye, but that’s it. I’m really sorry about Willow. I truly liked her. She was good for you.”
    â€œSometimes things aren’t meant to be. We had two great weeks. Some people don’t even get that. I’ll do what she wants for now, but I’m not giving up on her. I love her, she’s my wife.”
    â€œI can make you some bacon and eggs, Nick. I’m too tired to go out for something to eat. Tomorrow is another day, and you look awful. Let’s eat and call it a night. All our problems will be here in the morning. You didn’t say anything about the baby, Nick.”
    â€œSometimes wonderful things come out of chaos. A baby is a wondrous thing. I get to be an uncle. I’ll be a good one, Emmie. I swear I will. A baby needs a father figure. I think you’re going to make a wonderful mother. I have a feeling we’re both stepping into a new and wonderful life. Hatch told me about his wife and son and the accident that killed them both. Bode and his wife Brie have twin girls. Hank isn’t married. The proverbial bachelor. I think Brie will take you under her wing. It’s a good thing, Emmie. Let’s eat so we can go to bed.”
    â€œYou aren’t going to sleep, and you know it. We have to decide what to do about SunStar Farms.”
    â€œFor now, don’t do anything, Emmie. Neither one of us is in the right frame of mind to make any kind of important decision that pertains to other people. For ourselves, yes, but not for the uncles. That was Mom’s doing anyway.”
    â€œYou sound like you hate her, Nick,” Emmie said, slapping bacon into the frying pan.
    â€œThere’s a fine line between love and hate. I love her, but I don’t like her right now.” His voice was anxious when he said, “Is that how you feel, too?”
    Emmie’s head bobbed up and down. Tears dripped down her cheeks.
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    Emmie waited until she knew Nick was busy with other things before she went out to her SUV. She climbed in and started the engine. She drove off with no destination in mind. Her mind whirled and twirled as she drove along. Eventually she ended up at the entrance of Blue Diamond Farms. She parked along the side of the road and stared at the place she’d called home for most of her life. She looked up at the bronze sculpture of Flyby that graced the entrance. Flyby, her mother’s beloved horse, the horse Nealy had ridden to victory in the Kentucky Derby, the Preakness, and the Belmont to make her a Triple Crown winner. If Emmie lived to be a hundred, she didn’t think she would ever see a more magnificent horse.
    She made a tent out of the palm of her hand to stare across the Blue Diamond spread. It was so breathtaking with its miles of white board fencing, fencing she’d helped paint every year of her life. The little hills and valleys of the dark blue-green grass stretched for miles and miles. When she was little her mother had shown her how to take a blade of grass and put it between both thumbs and whistle. Her mother had always laughed and laughed when she was able to do it.
    Emmie sat down on the rich, velvety grass that was like a soft carpet and hugged her knees. She needed to feast her eyes on what she considered the most beautiful place on earth.
    By squinting and shielding her eyes, she could see the old fieldstone house with the glorious front porch where she’d played as a child. She remembered her mother rocking her on Maud’s old rocker and