I looked back and forth between Mom and Mo. Mo’s eyes were lit up and Mom was trying to comfort me, but I could almost see the visions of a big house that was paid for bouncing around in her head. They needed this. We needed this.

“We could pay Jake if we cut back on inventory,” I said.

Mom sighed. “Baby, if we cut our inventory, we won’t make enough to keep—”

I gently squeezed her arm and she stopped, exchanging worried glances with Mo.

They could cut back on what they bought for the shop if I built up our stock, but it’d require me to use my power, which always felt like a gamble. They’d never asked me to produce flowers for the shop, and I’d been too scared to try. If I messed up, it could jeopardize their whole business.

“I—I want to try,” I said.

Mom pulled me into a hug, and we sat on the couch.

“Let’s go over everything line by line,” said Mo. “Like Mom said, this all seems too good to be true. I don’t want to sign on to something crazy.”

“I can stay as long as you need me to,” Mrs. Redmond said happily. “I’d be glad to answer any questions you have.”

Four hours later, after combing through the entire document, asking questions, and taking a break to go downstairs and convince Jake to work in the shop for the summer, Mo signed the documents. Jake agreed to help out on a more regular basis and in exchange we agreed to let him stay in our apartment for the summer so he didn’t have to pay rent to sleep on his friend’s couch.

In the early evening, Mrs. Redmond gathered her things and went to the door. “I’m so glad I got to meet you all.”

“Good meeting you too,” Mo said. “I hope this works out.”

“I’m sure it will,” said Mrs. Redmond. “Remember, call me if you have any additional questions. I’ll be in touch after I’ve filed all the paperwork with the county. The property title will need to be changed in person, but I can walk you through that when the time comes. For now, take a minute to let all of this sink in.”

After she left, we sat in silence for a long time before Mo spoke.

“We’ve got rent covered through the fall. That’s when it goes up, but we don’t have to re-sign the lease. We can move out if we want.”

“I think we’re getting ahead of ourselves,” said Mom. “We don’t know what kind of shape this place is in, if it’s even livable. And the commute? Thinking about it makes my head hurt.”