day spent under cars, but still find the energy to make jokes while washing his hands in the sink. I’d laugh, feeling like the luckiest woman alive to have a man who understood how to work hard and love deeply. We had married for love, not for money or status. My parents, Patrick and Diana, had gently warned me that love alone doesn’t fill a pantry, but they had still given us their blessing. They loved Darren for his earnest honesty and his quiet effort to make something of himself. I was their only child, their pride and their weakness. Our family home wasn’t fancy, just