than I expected.
Thirteen years.
Thirteen years of payments, sacrifices, sleepless nights, unexpected bills, and wondering whether we would ever reach this moment.
The mortgage was finally gone.
I placed my phone on the kitchen counter and released a breath that felt as though I had been holding it for years.
“Did it go through?” Leo asked behind me.
I turned toward my husband.
“It did,” I said softly. “There’s nothing left. The house is finally paid off.”
His face broke into a smile.
“We actually did it.”
He wrapped
