He nodded toward the side of the house.
Private conversation.
Of course.
I followed him.
“You need to handle something tomorrow,” he said immediately.
No greeting.
Just an order.
“What kind of something?”
“A transfer,” he said. “Paperwork. Simple.”
I already knew where this was going.
“Transfer of what?”
“The house.”
There it was.
“Chloe needs stability,” he continued. “You’re not here enough to justify holding on to a property like this.”
Holding on to.
Interesting.
“I’m here now,” I said.
He ignored that.
“You’ll go down to the office
