Timothy winced. “That wasn’t my idea.”
“I know. But you’re still related to a man who turns everything into a full-blown movie scene.”
“For the record,” Timothy said, “this isn’t even in Dad’s top five strangest ideas.”
I laughed despite myself.
Timothy and I didn’t fall in love quickly or easily. We talked—a lot. We disagreed, figured out what mattered, and what didn’t. I told him what Walter’s stunt had cost me that month, and he listened without guilt or money talk.
