lifestyle depended on my signature.

“The house,” Mom whispered.

Dad stared at me.

I nodded.

“Yes.”

Suddenly everyone was talking.

And for the first time all evening, nobody was ignoring me.

Ryan followed as I headed toward the hallway.

“Ethan, stop.”

His hand closed around my forearm.

I looked down.

He immediately released me.

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