It was a question that nobody else had dared to ask. I think they were afraid of the answer.

"I don't know. Maybe. It might be for the best."

"Why?"

"Because I don't know what I'm doing," I truthfully answered. "And I don't like being responsible for Walkville all on my own."

Daria stopped brushing and wrapped her arms around me. "You're not alone. You have me and all the people working at the Trust."

"I know, but the final decisions still come down to me."

She held me for a long moment. "You can't sell," she quietly stated. "Your family built this place and they never intended for it...