Back at his desk, Stanley opened a blank CAD file and created a new layer named "Our Home".
Then he stopped.
He had designed buildings for more than ten years, offices, malls, museums, villas, studios.
But when it came to their own home, he had no idea where to begin.
Not because he couldn't draw. But because he didn't know what Delia liked.
Stanley searched his memory and realized he had never asked.
What kind of kitchen she wanted. What kind of windows. Whether she preferred a bigger balcony or a bigger bedroom...
He didn't know.
Seven years, and he knew nothing.
Stanley buried his face in his hands.
After a long while, he called Claire. "Claire… what kind of house did Delia want?"
"Stanley, don't you think it's a bit late to ask that now?"
"I know it's late. Just tell me."
