car down the driveway.
Forty minutes later, I turned onto a quiet private road in Paradise Valley and pressed the garage gate remote clipped inside my car.
A broad steel gate slid open smoothly, revealing outdoor lights illuminating a modern hillside home built from glass, limestone, and cedar, overlooking the city lights below.
It was my house.
I had secretly purchased it six weeks earlier after years of disciplined saving and a substantial performance bonus from the technology company where I worked as a senior software engineer.
I had deliberately
