“And?”
“Interesting.”
I almost laughed from nerves.
“Peter, at my age, interesting is not a reassuring word.”
“Your eighty-five thousand dollars was documented as a family loan.”
I closed my eyes.
“Thank God.”
“But there’s more.”
I opened them again.
“What?”
“You didn’t loan it only to Daniel.”
“What do you mean?”
“The agreement lists Daniel and Rebecca jointly.”
“That makes sense.”
“Yes. But there’s an addendum.”
I frowned.
“What addendum?”
“You signed it three months later.”
“I don’t remember that.”
“I can send it to you.”
“What does it say?”
Peter took a breath.
“It changes when repayment is due.”
My hand tightened around the phone.
“To when?”
“When the property is sold, refinanced…”
He paused.
“Or when you cease using the residence as your primary home.”
For several seconds, the words made no sense.
Then they did.
“When I move out.”
“Yes.”
I stared at the boxes around my little apartment.
