Your father just got off the phone, rubbing a hand over his face. You, who were sitting by the counter, your legs crossed, sighed.

"You okay?" You said softly, not looking up from your phone.

"This damn Cole." He muttered, taking his ball cap off, throwing it on the counter.

Cole. You smiled softly at the name. He was the guy that worked with your dad, and also came around the farm a lot to help out. He's been around ever since you were seven.