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I felt like I’d been punched in the gut, but I stood my ground. “That’s discrimination, Jay. It’s illegal, and you know it.”

He shrugged, a mean smile on his face. “Prove it. Now get out of my store.”

For a moment, I considered arguing further, maybe even throwing a punch. But I knew that wouldn’t solve anything. Instead, I took out my phone and started recording.

“I want everyone here to witness that Jay is refusing to serve me because of my sexual orientation,” I said clearly. “I’ll be reporting this to the proper authorities.”

Jay’s face paled slightly, but he didn’t back down. “Get out!” he yelled.

I left the feed on the counter and walked out, my hands shaking but my head held high. As I drove home, a mix of pride and anxiety swirled in my chest. I’d finally said it out loud, in public. There was no going back now.

Pulling up to the ranch, I took a moment to breathe, to center myself. The confrontation with Jay had shaken me more than I wanted to admit, but it had also awakened something in me. A determination to stop hiding, to start living authentically.

When I walked into the house, I found my parents in the living room, watching an old movie. They looked up, smiling, but their expressions quickly shifted to concern.

“Something happened at the store,” I said, my voice rough.

I told them about the conversation I’d overheard, about my response, and about Jay kicking me out. As I spoke, I watched their faces, searching for any sign of disappointment or rejection.

Instead, Dad’s face set in a determined line. “We’ll fight this, Caleb. What Jay did wasn’t just wrong, it was illegal. We’ll make sure he’s held accountable.”

Mom nodded, tears in her eyes but a fierce look on her face. “We’re with you, honey. All the way. You did the right thing, standing up for yourself and others.”

Their unwavering support washed over me like a warm wave, easing some of the tension I’d been carrying for years. We talked late into the night, about the challenges ahead, about the changes this might bring to our lives in Oakwood Grove.

“You know,” Dad said thoughtfully, “maybe it’s time we looked at expanding our business. We’ve been talking about opening up the ranch for tourism, maybe even hosting events. Could be a good way to bring some new perspectives into town.”

I nodded, feeling a spark of excitement at the idea. “Yeah, that could be really cool. We could even host LGBTQ+ friendly events. Show people that Oakwood Grove can be a welcoming place for everyone.”

As I headed to bed, exhausted but lighter than I’d felt in years, I paused by the window. The ranch stretched out before me, bathed in moonlight. It was my past, my present, and now, I realized, very much my future too.

Tomorrow would bring new challenges, new conversations. But for the first time in a long time, I felt ready to face them head-on. Ready to not just live my life, but to make a difference, to help shape Oakwood Grove into a place where everyone could feel welcome.

And as I drifted off to sleep, I found myself humming a tune I hadn’t thought about in years. Maybe it was time to dust off that old guitar after all. There were new songs waiting to be written, new stories to tell. My story, in all its complicated, messy glory.

The future was uncertain, but for once, that uncertainty felt more like possibility than fear. And that, I realized, was a pretty good place to start.

CHAPTER 11

Returning Melodies

LIAM

“Hey, man. You almost ready to go?” Jimmy said as he opened the door to his room.

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “Yeah, just about. Listen, Jimmy…”

But he cut me off with a wave of his hand, his expression serious. “Are you sure about this, Liam? I mean, running off to God knows where, leaving everything and everyone behind, it’s a big deal, man. A really big deal.”

I looked at him, feeling a surge of affection for this man who had been by my side through thick and thin. “I know it is, Jimmy. But I have to do this. I have to… I have to find myself again, have to figure out who I am and what I want.”

He frowned, crossing his arms over his chest. “I get that, Liam. I do. But what if… what if you come back different? What if you lose yourself out there, instead of finding yourself?”

I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his words settle in my gut like a stone. He was right, of course. There was no guarantee that this little soul-searching mission of mine would end well, no promise that I wouldn’t come back even more broken and lost than I was now.

But I had to try. I had to take that chance, had to see if there was still a way forward for me, a path that led to something more than just endless pain and regret.

“I know it’s a risk,” I said softly, my voice rough with emotion. “But it’s one I have to take, Jimmy. I can’t keep living like this, can’t keep pretending to be someone I’m not. I need to find my way back to myself, back to the man I used to be.”

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