PART 2 : The Wealth of a Home
She stepped inside, expecting to find the wreckage of my “ruined” life—peeling wallpaper, the stale air of resentment, and a man worn down by the burden of someone else’s child.
Instead, she walked into a sunlit living room filled with the scent of fresh cinnamon and coffee.
On the wall hung a large, framed collage of photos: Leo grinning with a missing front tooth, Anna and me laughing on a rainy camping trip, and a recent picture of the three of us huddled together, looking fiercely happy. On the rug, Leo was sitting cross-legged, carefully building a massive Lego castle. Anna was beside him, her hair pulled back, wearing an old t-shirt, laughing as she handed him the next piece.
