My Daughter Begged Me Not to Get Off the Bus—Minutes Later, My Boyfriend Sent a Photo of My Deed Beside a Contract I Had Never Signed
I looked at him.
“Talking about moving doesn’t give you permission to sell my house.”
“I’m not selling it.
I’m helping.”
“Then why are there signature tabs on a contract I’ve never seen?”
“Because you have to start somewhere.”
He spoke as though the only unreasonable thing in the room was my reluctance.
Rachel asked which title company had been contacted and who had instructed Monica.