Luca thought the house was the kingdom.

The house was never the kingdom.

I was.

And I want to say something here about the specific timing of all this, because it was not an accident that the clarity came when it did, and I think it matters.

I made the most important decision of my adult life three days after an emergency cesarean, exhausted, in pain, standing in the rain, holding a newborn.

By every conventional measure, that was the worst possible moment to make a five-million-dollar decision — a woman at her most physically depleted, her most hormonally overwhelmed, her most vulnerable.