I woke up early this morning, taking a slow walk around my garden with a cup of coffee in hand. The house has been cared for by Mr. and Mrs. Lee ever since I moved here, and I’ve grown so comfortable that I never really stopped to appreciate just how well-maintained the garden is. As I looked around, my gaze settled on an empty corner.
A swing and a little playhouse would look nice there for my children someday, I thought, smiling at the idea.
My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of my phone ringing in my pocket. Last night, before heading to bed, I had sent Tony and Mrs. Smith a message: "Call me first thing in the morning." Seeing Tony’s name on the screen, I answered.
“Good morning, sir,” he greeted.
“Morning,” I replied. “Do you remember when I asked you to bring Mrs. Smith ho
