Noelle shifted uncomfortably in the hard, ladder-back chair and signed her name on the page where the agent had pointed out for her. The scratch of the pen seemed loud.There. Done. She handed the ink pen and the legal document to Mr. Dorian on the other side of the desk.“Are you sure about this, Miss Kramer?”She hadn’t been so certain about anything. This simply felt right. “Yes. You’ll contact Mr. McKaslin today?”“I’ll send a message out to him immediately.”“And you won’t let him know this land belongs to me?”“I’ll respect our agreement, Miss Kramer, don’t you worry. Your father was a good man. He helped me keep my home when times got tough for me, and I owe him. I’ll do my best for you.”“Thank you, Mr. Dorian.”Love was complicated, just as people were. She would never understand why her father had pressured Thad so, but maybe she now knew more about what forgiveness truly was. She knew that her father had done the best he could for reasons he thought were very sound.
