Daniel circled the oak table twice, his eyes locked on the yellow paint swatches I had taped up beside the kitchen archway.

“This actually fixes everything,” Daniel said, turning toward me with his hands held open.

“We can sell the Scottsdale house by the end of the month, pay off the bridge loans, and all move in here together.”

Renee looked at Daniel, her lips parting a little before she clutched her planner to her chest.

“The house has four bedrooms and its own yard,” Daniel said, coming closer to the table.

“We could combine our monthly expenses, get rid of the mortgage overhead, and make sure you’ve got real family around you every single day.”