“Do you ever think they’ll know?” Leah asked one evening, her voice low as she set two steaming mugs of tea on the kitchen table.

Jason looked up from his laptop, the glow from the screen throwing faint shadows across his tired face. “Who? The world?”

She slid into the chair across from him, tucking her legs under the table. “Yeah. Everyone out there; people laughing on the streets, arguing about bills, scrolling their phones. Do you think they’ll ever realize just how close they came to losing it all?”

Jason gave a faint, tired smile, closing the laptop and pushing it aside. “No. And that’s how it should be....