My in-laws cornered me and demanded I start paying off “the house debt,” and I just stood there frozen, asking, “What debt?” That was when my husband muttered, almost under his breath, “My sister’s new apartment is in your name… and you’ll be paying for it in installments.”
Nolan’s face tightened, but not with guilt. With irritation. The kind people wear when they think your shock is making things unnecessarily complicated.
Chelsea rolled her eyes. “Oh my God, don’t make this dramatic. It’s just until I get back on my feet.”
Back on her feet.
Chelsea had been “getting back on her feet” for eleven years. Failed continue reading …
