Then Ryan joined the call.
“You’re seriously going to let Mom and Dad lose the house?”
I asked one question.
“How much are you paying?”
He hung up.
That evening, Dad came to my apartment.
He looked exhausted.
“I didn’t know how much you were covering,” he said.
“You never asked.”
He sat down.
Then he said something I never expected.
“Your mother told me you wanted control of the house. She said that was why you kept paying.”
I stared at him.
“What?”
Dad looked ashamed.
“She said you
