Judith smiled as though she were explaining something to a confused child.
“You married Ethan.”
“That makes it family property.”
“It does not.”
Ellie pulled out a chair and sat down.
Her son, Connor, continued eating the chicken I had purchased.
He was nine and had already learned that adults would excuse almost anything if he copied their confidence.
“You cannot throw us onto the street,” Ellie said.
“You have an apartment.”
“I rented it out.”
“That was your decision.”
Judith folded her arms.
“Dustin made this sound worse than it was.”