face looked pale and sleepless.
“Vanessa doesn’t know I’m paying you,” he said.
“That sounds like a marriage issue.”
“Mom.”
I took the envelope, counted the money, and wrote a receipt.
“This covers the first month.”
He nodded.
“Julian.”
He looked up.
“You and Vanessa are tenants here. Nothing more. You are not co-owners. You are not managers. You are not entitled continue reading …