I kept my hands flat on the oak table and didn’t set him straight.

“And where exactly am I supposed to find fifteen hundred dollars every month?” I asked.

“You’ve got savings,” Melissa said, leaning back against the marble counter.

“Or you could take a draw out of the family accounts.”

Brandon shifted in his chair and glanced at the back window.

“Yesterday morning the bank sent my commercial loan paperwork back,” Brandon said.

“What loan paperwork?” I asked.