Thirty-Six Pages of Bank Receipts and the Chicago Mortgage Transfer I Finally Canceled
“I paid for his food, his electric bill, his internet and his house.”
“You bought him a house,” Sarah said, plain and flat.
“And now you have no obligation to buy him one more month in it.”
She pushed the stapled copy of the quitclaim deed further toward my side of the desk.
“Hold on to that document,” Sarah said.
“You might need it if they try to claim you owed them financial support.”
I took the papers, got up from the desk, and walked out of the conference room.