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
There were three people waiting at the conference table.
Derek.
Monica Hayes.
Robert Keller.
Monica’s face was familiar from the photograph on her card.
The person sitting behind the folder was less welcoming than the photograph.
Robert stood when Rachel introduced us.
He looked puzzled by her presence, then glanced at Derek.