Zac found himself swept up in Lauren's logic too and nodded without thinking.

What mattered most was the lottery prize. The number still felt like a spinning blur; clear thought was hard to come by.

"We're gonna be rich," Lauren breathed, eyes bright. "Quit your job. We'll emigrate—move overseas."

Zac hesitated, then agreed. "Fine. I can't stand the whispers anymore. My wife's been screaming at me since last night—threats, talk of divorce, even suicide attempts. It's driving me mad."

He wasn