I thought about the $11,400.

About being told to save my chicken for lunches.

About a measuring tape in the nursery doorway.

“I don’t control his business decisions,” I said.

“And I won’t settle mine here in the aisle.”

He looked from Gavin to the lawyers, searching for the person whose permission he should request.

For once, the answer was not one man who could decide everything for me.

Chloe stood near the gallery door.