Everyone signed.
This time, we all read every page.
Rebecca tapped the final paragraph.
“Primary residence clause.”
“I noticed.”
“We’re not forgetting that one again.”
“No.”
Peter, who joined by video call, said, “I’m deeply moved that after forty years of professional service, my legacy is convincing one family to read contracts.”
“You dreamed too small,” I told him.
Moving into Saguaro Ridge felt different from moving out of Daniel’s house.
The first move had been about leaving.
The second was about arriving.
Linda helped choose curtains.
I chose pale ones that let the morning sun through.
Jack assembled another bookshelf, this time without pretending he had read the directions.
Emily selected a bright yellow cushion for the patio.
Rebecca brought a housewarming gift.
A coffee maker.
