I stared at the motion.
Financial hardship.
Brian made more money than I did. He always had. He was a regional sales manager for a medical supply company. He drove a new truck. He’d just put down a deposit on a two-bedroom condo by the lake. I’d seen the listing. It had a hot tub.
“He’s not broke,” I said.
“Probably not,” Claire said. “But that’s not what matters on Thursday. What matters is whether the judge believes him.”
Ezoic
That night, I went back to the house with Dad.
Claire had finally said I could start cleaning up, now that everything was photographed and the estimates were in.
Dad brought the broom and the cardboard box he’d left by the door. And a pair of thick work gloves.
Ezoic
“Let me do the glass,” he said.
“I can do it.”
“I know you can. Let me.”
