A NEW BEGINNING
Jessica started to cry.
“I didn’t know,” she whispered. “I was stressed—I wanted everything to be perfect!”
I stepped back.
“Perfect isn’t marble floors, Jessica. It’s how you treat people. Even when you think they have nothing.”
Then I set the tray down.
“David,” I said quietly, “I’m disappointed. You let your wife treat me this way in a house I paid for.”
I took a breath.
“The M.S. Trust is calling in the loan. You have 30 days to refinance, or you move out.”
Jessica collapsed into tears. David went pale.
I turned to Thomas. “Would you mind giving me a ride home? My old sedan is blocking the driveway.”
“It would be an honor,” he said, offering his arm.
I walked out without looking back.
