keep paying your mortgage.”
Denise’s mouth opened.
Ethan went pale.
“But my place is smaller.”
“So?”
“It’s not suitable.”
“For two adults? It has two bedrooms.”
Denise slapped the table.
“This is insulting. Ethan is trying to build a family with you.”
“No,” I said. “He’s trying to build a payment plan.”
I opened the second folder.
Bank statements.
Mortgage documents.
Credit reports.
Ethan’s eyes snapped toward me.
“How did you get those?”
“You gave them to our mortgage broker when we discussed buying a house together. You authorized me
