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

are you going?”

“Anywhere else.”

“You have nowhere else.”

“Neither do you.”

That silenced them both.

Derek headed toward the stairs.

I spoke for the first time in several minutes.

“Your suitcases stay upstairs until we know whether anything in this house belongs to us.”

He spun around.

“You think I’m a thief now?”

“I think someone who secretly borrowed tens continue reading …