“How much?”
Nearly thirty-eight thousand dollars in deposits.
Most of it already gone.
Laura sat down.
Mom came through the back door ten minutes later.
The moment she saw Dad standing beside me, she began to cry.
“I just wanted everyone to stop fighting.”
Dad looked at her.
“So you let him throw me out of my own home?”
She couldn’t answer.
Then my attorney opened another folder.
“There is another issue.”
To verify the rental account, Travis had uploaded a management authorization.
Bearing Dad’s signature.
Dad looked at it once.
“That isn’t mine.”
Travis went completely still.
