After the wedding, our honeymoon plan was postponed because Rosalie was too young and Patrick's legs had not yet fully recovered.

I had been resting at home all along. Sometimes I would talk to Nancy about my work.

It was March with spring blossoms when Rosalie was 100 days old.

Early in the morning, Patrick went out as usual, and I saw him off at the door.

He held my face, kissed my forehead gently, and said softly, "Pack your daily necessities this morning. We'll go to our new home this afternoon."

"New home? Where is it? Why didn't you mention it before?"

I was stunned.

I hadn't heard anything...