Casagrande Info

From this vantage point, Casagrande looked less like a house and more like a living thing. He could see the patches on the roof where three generations of men had hammered shingles. He could see the swing hanging from the ancient valley oak where he and his sisters had spent their summers.

"Houses can be torn down," Rosa agreed, reaching across the table to cover his hand with her warm, calloused palm. "But as long as we are together, we carry the foundation with us. The question isn't about the money, Leo. The question is: are you running away from the hard work, or are you running toward a new dream?" Casagrande

A cheer erupted in the room, louder than any argument that had come before it. Rosa smiled and patted his hand, and for the first time in months, Leo felt the heavy weight lift from his shoulders. The soil was dry and the work was hard, but as long as the lights were on at Casagrande, he was exactly where he needed to be. From this vantage point, Casagrande looked less like