Seven Months of Rent Receipts Proved What My Son Had Taken From Me
June fourth.
July fourth.
August fourth.
September fourth.
October fourth.
He had promised me the finalized co-ownership deed would be printed and signed within ninety days of the house closing.
I picked up a red ballpoint pen from the nightstand and drew a thick red circle around today’s date on my small wall calendar: November fourth.
Four months had passed since his deadline, and I hadn’t seen a single legal seal or county stamp.
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