Five years ago, Roger had walked this same road filled with something very different.
Hope.
Back then, every step had been lighter. Faster. Driven by belief.
He had been thirty-four—young enough to trust that effort always led somewhere, that dreams built with hard work could not fail. He had come back to his hometown with a plan, one that felt solid, practical, and full of promise.
Raise pigs. Thirty of them.