CHAPTER FOURTEEN
ROWAN
My mom called me at the c***k of dawn on Sunday morning. I let it go to voicemail, only to hear my phone ring a second time. I groaned and grabbed the offending electronic.
"Who died?" I answered. I yawned loudly.
Mom just laughed. "Nobody! Why would you say such a thing? I just haven't talked to you in forever."
I squinted at the clock on my nightstand. "It's six in the morning."
"And don't you have work to do?"
"Which would preclude me from talking to you on the phone."
Mom clucked her tongue. "You know I told you that you had to become a morning person if you wanted to run a farm. You can't farm in the middle of the night. Harold!"
I winced. My mom called my dad's name a second time, and then suddenly I was talking to both of them.
"Harold, it's Rowan. Y
