I remember the exact moment I finally told you my fantasy. You and I—my perfect wife of ten years—were tucked into a quiet corner of the hotel bar on the last night of our Denver getaway. We’d been looking forward to this trip for months—just the two of us, away from the noise, the routines, the responsibilities. And Denver had always been our kind of place: vibrant, a little moody, and full of potential. The last few day...