I smiled gently.
“Because this home belongs to you too.”
Weeks later the house felt different.
Without the constant noise of entitlement, the rooms seemed calmer.
One afternoon Meredith stood by the window watching sunlight spread across the garden.
A small smile returned to her face.
“I had forgotten what it felt like to be happy here,” she said softly.
I wrapped my arms around her shoulders.
Money had never been the real treasure.
The real treasure was the chance to begin again with the woman who had stood beside me long before success arrived.
