The first time I saw words hanging in the air, my aunt was holding my suitcase and promising I could stay as long as I needed. The words called my cousin the family's golden girl and warned that I was the sort of girl who might take her place. For years, I treated them as a bad joke and tried to repay the family who had taken me in. Then, at nineteen, I learned that my aunt had promised my mother's land to a foundation in my name. Now the family wants me to sign it away. If I refuse, I may lose the only home I've had since my mother died. If I agree, I may lose the one thing she left me. Can I protect what is mine without becoming the ungrateful girl those words predicted?