“Sure. In this economy, even a $50 raise would be amazing.”

He shook his head. “I mean real money. The kind that buys freedom—never checking your balance before shopping, traveling whenever you want, starting a business without wondering if it’ll ruin you.”

I smiled. “You sound like you’re pitching a scam.”

“I’m serious.”

I set my fork down. “Okay, seriously… that sounds nice, but we’re doing okay right now, and as long as I have you, I’m happy.”

He looked at me, and his expression softened. “You’re right. As long as we’re together and don’t have to answer to anyone else, everything will be okay.”

I should have asked more questions, but I assumed he would open up eventually if I just gave him time.

On our wedding day, I believed I was stepping into the rest of my life.

The reception hall was warm, bright, and full of noise. Karl had taken off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves, and he looked happier than I had ever seen him.

He was laughing at something a guest said when his expression suddenly changed.

His hand flew to his chest. His body jerked as if trying to grab onto something that wasn’t there.

Then he collapsed.

The sound of him hitting the floor was awful. For one strange second, no one moved.

Then someone screamed.

The music cut off.