“You shouldn’t have this much money tied up in a place you mostly use alone.”
“What should I have instead?”
“A condo. Something easier.”
“Where?”
“Closer to us.”
“And what happens to the remaining money?”
Nobody answered.
That was enough.
“You both need to leave.”
Ashley stared.
“Marianne—”
“Leave my house.”
Bradley stood.
“Mom, please.”
“You too.”
They left.
The following morning, the phone calls began.
Ashley’s mother.
Bradley’s friends.
Relatives.
Somehow, within twenty-four hours, the subject had changed.
It was no longer about unauthorized rentals.
Or the disputed signature.
