They could not know. Not yet. Perhaps not ever, depending on what happened next.
I reached for the notepad I kept on my nightstand, and I began to write.
Not a diary entry.
A list.
Step 1: Speak to no one in this household about the lottery. Not one word.
Step 2: Claim the prize privately through a financial adviser and an attorney before anyone knows.
Step 3: Establish financial independence entirely outside of Daniel’s awareness.
Step 4: Find a home. My home, not a room at the end of someone else’s hallway.
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