As I drifted toward sleep, one thought cut through the haze. Dad had left me exactly what I needed. Not just land, not just minerals, but a chance to finally stand on my own.
Sunlight filtered through the cabin’s thin curtains, and for the first time in weeks, I woke up without an alarm or the sound of boots stomping outside the barracks. My back ached from the couch, but the smell of pine and the quiet of the lake made it tolerable.
I sat up, rubbed my face, and looked toward the kitchen table. The letter from Dad lay right where I’d left it, waiting. I poured myself instant coffee from the dusty tin I found in the cabinet, then sat down and unfolded the rest of the letter.