One day before my brother’s wedding, he demanded my penthouse and told me to move into a rental home. – Welcome

the job before.”

“I know. I keep reminding myself.”

Laya appeared carrying a school folder.

“Still hate fractions?” I asked.

“Now we have decimals.”

“Worse?”

“Much.”

Monica rolled her eyes.

“Everything is a crisis when you’re nine.”

“Correct,” Laya said.

Three weeks later, Monica called while I was leaving work.

“We got a house.”

“The program?”

“Yes.”

She was laughing continue reading …