Chapter 16 - The Offer
A developer offered me an absurd amount for the lake house.
More than twice what I had paid.
Jessica saw the letter.
“You could retire early.”
“Eventually.”
“Are you considering it?”
I looked around.
The house wasn't perfect.
There were still faint marks on one section of flooring from that terrible reunion.
I had deliberately refused to replace those boards.
“I'm keeping it.”
Jessica smiled.
“Grandpa’s chair?”
“Partly.”
“The lake?”
“Partly.”
“What then?”
I thought about the woman who had stood in the doorway years earlier while strangers laughed.
“The person I became here.”
Jessica understood.
May you like
I declined the offer.
Some things appreciate in ways appraisers cannot measure.
