“This arrangement was your idea after your father passed,” I said through the gap.

“Things have changed,” Daniel said, his voice falling into a cold, flat tone.

“Our expenses keep piling up, and we can’t carry needless financial liability in this house.

If you won’t sign the medical filings tonight, you’ll need to find somewhere else to live by winter.”

He pushed his hand through the opening and dropped the extra copy of the legal pages onto the entry rug.

“Give some thought to where you want to be living when December rolls around,” he said, spinning on his heel and heading back toward the main patio without a backward look.