when Dad admitted he could no longer stand living in the suburban house where Mom had died, I put my plans aside.
I rented a furnished penthouse in River North.
The rent was $8,700 a month, not including parking, utilities, groceries, and other household expenses.
Dad lived there with me, but legally, the arrangement was simple.
I was the tenant.
My name was on the lease.
I paid every bill.
Dad was only listed as an authorized occupant.
At first, I didn’t mind.
He was grieving, and I was
