Across the Street
What neither of them had begun to guess was that the house was not the biggest thing I’d been keeping from them.
Chapter 7 — Half of That House Is Mine
“Half of that house is mine!” Dashiell shouted, hammering the flat of his hand against the security gate.
“We’re married!
Whatever’s yours is half mine!”
Corinna hurried up behind him, and the woman who’d called me a country bumpkin twenty minutes earlier had already reassembled her face into something sweet.
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