“Jake. Get up. Remember, I’m going to deposit the money today.”
He rubbed the sleep from his eyes. “Morning, baby. Up early again?”
I rose to brew his coffee, knowing he’d sit there dreaming about his perfect farm. Five minutes later, he showed up in the kitchen doorway, took his mug, and sat across from me.
“Martha, you know I love you, right? You’re my anchor. You’re all I have.”
I smiled faintly.