A Fake September Fourteenth Lease Agreement Cost My Ex-Husband the Linden Court House
The address matches.
Your name is typed in as the landlord.”
“Rent?”
“Four hundred dollars a month.”
Rachel said something under her breath I hadn’t heard from her since our mother’s funeral.
“Four hundred,” I said.
“That house has three bedrooms, a maple tree, and a furnace from 2019.”
“It’s three pages, stapled at the corner.
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