“Four years,” she went on, her voice beginning to crack. “They said the mortgage was cleared four years ago. Mom and Dad thought things had just… gotten easier. That they’d finally caught up.”
Her eyes searched mine.
And then it clicked.
“Oh my God,” she whispered. “It was you.”
I leaned against the doorframe, suddenly exhausted in a way I couldn’t explain.
“Yeah,” I said softly.
She stepped back, as if the truth had physically struck her.
