KICKED OUT AT EIGHTEEN, SHE INHERITED A “USELESS” CAVE… AND TURNED IT INTO A FORTRESS

At least the rock was hers.

“I’ll need an axe,” she said quietly. “And a bow saw.”

Mr. Gable blinked.

“A sack of flour,” she went on. “Salt. And whatever dried beans the rest will buy.”

His expression shifted, as if pity had stumbled into respect and didn’t like the company.