“He promised away my full-time work without telling me,” I told Mark.

“Ask Seth how much he took out of our savings account to hold that house.”

Seth’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t answer his cousin.

“Come outside and talk to me alone,” Seth said.

“There’s nothing left to talk about,” I said.

I turned toward the double glass doors, leaving Seth standing with his family in the hall.

By six o’clock that evening, the sun had faded over Elm Street.

Paige set three heavy cardboard wardrobe boxes on the living room rug while I pulled Seth’s work boots and heavy jackets out of the front closet.