Dinner started pleasantly enough, but Jessica dominated the conversation with surgical precision. “Four stores, Kevin mentioned,” she said, cutting into her steak, her eyes on me. “That must generate significant revenue. What’s the annual take for something like that?”

“It varies,” I kept my voice light. “The economy affects furniture sales more than people realize.”

“But you must do well. This neighborhood, the house, the business.” She gestured with her fork. “You’ve built something substantial.”

Kevin shifted in his seat.

“We drove through Paradise Valley yesterday,” Jessica continued. “Those estates are breathtaking. That’s where I picture raising a family. Good schools, safe neighborhoods… important for children, don’t you think?” The implication hung between us like smoke.