“Did you finish painting?”
“Finally!”
“What color?”
I had an idea. A risky one.
“Soft green.”
“Good. Pink would’ve been predictable.”
She laughed.
I laughed too.
Neither of them had any idea what I’d started.
I acted as though nothing had changed.
Ethan seemed relieved that I’d stopped bringing up the mortgage.
One afternoon, he glanced around my living room. “Ever think about making a fresh start somewhere else?”
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t know. A different neighborhood, maybe. Somewhere without so many memories.”
“These are good memories, Ethan.”
Neither of them had any idea what I’d started.
“I thought you might want a change after everything.”
“Maybe someday.”
He looked surprised. “Really?”
“I said maybe.”
“Well, it’s worth thinking about.”
These are good memories.
I smiled. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
He seemed satisfied and quickly changed the subject.
I’d spoken to the right people and uncovered Ethan’s plan.
