FORTY-SEVEN
AlmaHand in hand, Leo and I walk through the empty house. It’s a modern four-thousand-square-foot mission-style home in Ann Arbor. It sits on a two-acre lot, which is a lot for this part of the city. The lot is wooded and serene, giving the home a more secluded feel, though the house itself is only a five-minute drive from many stores and restaurants. I particularly love the deep blue color of the exterior and the bright white trim. It makes the home seem happy, a good place to settle down.
“I love it,” I exclaim. “It’s perfect. It’s just … ahh … so beautiful.”
“Yeah?” Leo smiles. “I knew you’d love it.”
“Do you like it?” I ask.
“I could live anywhere as long as you’re there.” He pulls me into a quick kiss.
I shake my head and press my lips together. “I know, but I want y
