I think about, suddenly, our little house around the tree... and later, the big house I had built for the girls, that I never even had time to enjoy. The house that Mike never even stepped foot in.

I imagine a little house by the lake. A yard for the girls. A fence. Dogs. It's so fucking disgustingly picturesque and domestic, I oughta be embarrassed, just thinking it. But instead, my throat tightens up and I can hardly breathe.

"What do you fuckin' think I wanna do with it?" I whisper, my arms finding their way around him and my chin dropping to his shoulder, maybe just to hide my face from him.