“You really think you’re getting this house when he dies? You’ll walk away with nothing.”
Richard overheard her.
He simply smiled.
“She’ll receive exactly what she deserves.”
Those words stayed with me.
Because somewhere along the way, something changed.
I stopped loving the security Richard gave me…
…and started loving Richard.
He remembered how I drank my coffee. He noticed when I was exhausted. He listened to me like my words mattered.
Then came the diagnosis.