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

fair,” Evan said.

“You knew who owned the house.”

He said nothing.

That silence was answer enough.

Claire walked upstairs and pulled a suitcase from the closet.

Evan followed.

“What are you doing?”

“Packing.”

“For what?”

“A few nights.”

“Where are you going?”

“A hotel.”

He stared at her.

“You’re leaving your own house because Mom touched the thermostat?”

Claire continue reading …