Then Sawyer shows up on my doorstep, the new local lawyer. A billionaire from the city, polished and privileged, he’s clueless about small-town struggles, where food stamps and church donations mean survival. He says he wants to help, but I’m not some damsel in distress. His suits are pristine, my jeans are torn. His shoes gleam, my hair’s a wild mess. He’s polished perfection, and I’m pure chaos. Total opposites.