Her face turned red.
“You can’t ban my family from Kevin’s childhood home.”
“I can,” I said. “Because it is my home.”
Then Kevin picked up the leasing receipt.
His face changed.
“Tiffany,” he said slowly, “this deposit is not for the apartment we looked at together.”
For the first time that night, Tiffany looked afraid.
Kevin turned the paper toward her.
“What unit is this for?”
She said nothing.
I opened the folder to the final email and handed it to him.
He read the names.
Valyria.
Alejandro.
Marco.
Tiffany.
Then he sat down like his legs could no longer hold him.
PART 3
Tiffany reached for Kevin’s arm.
He pulled away.
Quietly.
That small movement said everything.
She started speaking fast. She said they were going to explain. Nothing was final. Marco was only helping. It was just planning.
But Kevin was no longer listening.
