I sat on the edge of our old bed early that morning, quietly watching Jake sleep. He always looked so peaceful, as if life held no debts, no bills, no weight on his shoulders.
I reached out and gently touched him.
“Jake. Wake up. We agreed I’d take the money to the bank today.”
He stirred, rubbing his eyes slowly. “Morning, baby. You’re up early again, huh?”
“Well, who else if not me?”
I slipped out of bed and headed to the kitchen to make his coffee—just like always. So he could sit there, sipping it, dreaming about his farm.
Five minutes later, he appeared in the doorway. He grabbed his mug and sat down across from me.
“Martha, you know I love you, right? You’re my rock. You’re everything I’ve got.”
I smiled softly.
“Tell me again,” I said. “What are we going to do?”
Jake set his mug aside and spread his arms wide, like he was already holding that dream in his hands.
“We’ll have our own land, fresh milk, no chemicals. People will come from all over the country. Our name on every jar. And that’s just the beginning!”
“And the kids? When will we finally be able to send Benny to a decent school?”
“Soon, baby, soon. It’ll all work out. You sold the lake house — that’s the beginning.”
I nodded slowly. That little lake house… it was the last piece of my parents I still had. But if it meant helping my husband build his dream…
“But your money — that’s the final piece.”
My eyes drifted toward the envelope resting on the shelf.
“I’ll put it all into your account today.”
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