For Fourteen Years My Son Lived Rent-Free in a House He Believed Was His

“I would’ve looked at your books,” I said.

“And if the business was solid, I’d have helped you.

But you didn’t ask.

You tried to take.”

Brandon looked at the corporate deed lying next to the purchase agreement with its red stamp.

“Where will you go?” I asked him.

“There’s a three-bedroom rental out by the highway,” Brandon said.

“It’s half the size.”