more time at home when Lily was born.
We weren’t wealthy, but we were happy.
We bought a modest house with two bedrooms, a small backyard, and a kitchen that needed renovating almost immediately.
Jack promised we would fix it one day.
“We’ll have a proper kitchen,” he would say, pointing at the old cabinets. “One of those beautiful ones with the island in the middle.”
“With what money?” I would ask.
He would grin.
“With our imaginary fortune.”
We laughed about that for years.
Our daughter Lily arrived when
