“You wrote a resignation letter with my name printed at the bottom, Seth,” I said, adjusting my silver wristwatch.

“You tried to trade my career to cover your sister’s rent.”

“I was fixing a crisis!” Seth said, stepping right up against the screen.

“Colin walked out on Heather, and she had nowhere to go!

You were supposed to be my partner!”

“Partners don’t forge signatures,” I said.

“Partners don’t drain twelve thousand dollars from joint accounts.”

Seth froze, his hand dropping away from the door frame.