We lived in this place a long time.
The walls are covered with pictures from our life together.
She’s not well. The treatments are expensive.
And we tried to save up for these things, but you can only save up so much.
We’ll have to sell the house.
I took down the pictures.
The wallpaper that was behind the pictures is brighter than the rest of the wall.
And the door to the safe is so shiny.
I open it, and pull out stacks of money.
After she’s gone, I’ll buy the house back.
You can only save so much.