There was also a second document.
I read it twice.
Read also
Then I looked at him.
“This can’t be right.”
“It is.”
The paper said he was transferring ownership of the garage apartment to me.
Not the blue house. Not the entire property. Just the converted unit and a narrow piece of land around it.
I shook my head.
“I can’t accept this.”
“You can.”
“No, I can’t. You barely know me.”
“I have watched you for three years.”
“That isn’t the same.”
“I watched you leave for work before sunrise. I watched you come home and help Trixie with her reading. I watched you pay every bill before buying anything for yourself.”
I looked away.
He leaned forward.
“You never asked me to lower the rent. You never spent the money. You kept every dollar ready for me.”
“It belonged to you.”
“It never did.”
