Chapter 10

Aaron stopped reading before he reached the bottom of the page. We were in my attorney's conference room three days after New Year. His lawyer sat beside him. The two messages were printed together, with the date on both. "You knew," I said. He put the page down. "Mom handles the lease. There's work involved." "You asked the owner what it cost. Then you gave me a different number." He glanced toward his lawyer. "I didn't want another fight about my mother." I had tried to imagine an explanation...