My steps traced the narrow path behind the limestone-covered building, now tinged with summer moss. The western wind carried the scent of cucumbers and lavender from the hydroponic garden Ana had built with such care. The late afternoon light filtered gently through the glass panes of the greenhouse, casting a golden-green shimmer across the polycarbonate walls.I had left my phone in the bedroom. For the first time this week, I wanted to come not as a CEO, not as the head of the family, and not as a man carrying too many secrets. I simply wanted to come as a husband. A husband to a woman who too often had to fight alone, even though she now slept in the same bed as I did.I passed through the slightly ajar greenhouse door.Ana stood with her back to me, leaning slightly over the long worktable covered in blueprint rolls, a graphic tablet, and several small pots filled with moss and mycorrhizal roots. Nicky sat across from her and raised an eyebrow when she saw me, but Ana did not tur
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