The landlord, tired of late payments that I always covered, had agreed to revise the lease and list me as the sole authorized resident.
Legally, Ethan could not move anyone in.
Not his mother.
Not his sister.
Not even himself.
That was when Rachel stepped off the elevator carrying another folder.
“Good evening,” she said with that terrifying calm only attorneys seem to master.
Ethan recognized her immediately.
And stepped back.
She handed him official paperwork.
A claim regarding misuse of shared finances.
A formal separation proposal.
A repayment demand.
Gloria exploded.
“This woman is ruining your life!”
I turned toward her slowly.
“No,” I said. “He ruined his own life the moment he decided my hard work existed only to support his choices.”
Ethan was shaking now.
Looking from the luggage.
