Three years later, Xavier and I got married.
We held the wedding at Haven, the destination wedding estate I had designed.
A new plaque stood at the entrance.
"Lead Designer, Zoey Cline."
"Original Timber System and Craft Design, Henry Cline."
That same day, following an extensive archival review, the National Heritage Preservation Association officially recognized Henry Cline as the lead timber designer of a historic California estate restoration completed twenty years earlier.
My mother stood before the plaque, tracing my father's name again and again.
She cried quietly.
"Henry, can you see this? Zoey finally built the wedding pavilion you once promised to build for her. And this time, no one can take what belongs to our family."
My eyes burned as I pulled her into my arms.
"Mom
