The question was not whether the loan existed.
The question was how all three of us had managed to live for four years as though my independence never would.
I closed the document and stared into the darkening room.
Daniel had said we needed to talk about the house.
Now I knew why.
But one question remained.
If Rebecca had once signed a promise meant to protect my independence, when had she started believing my independence no longer mattered?
PART 3
Daniel’s family returned Sunday afternoon.
I knew because Emily called me from the airport.
“Grandma!”
Her voice filled the apartment before I had time to prepare myself.
“Hello, sweetheart.”
“We brought you something.”
“That was kind.”
“It’s not food because Daddy said airport food costs too much and Mommy said not everything in Hawaii counts as airport food.”
