Glenn was quiet for a long time.
When he spoke again, his voice was rough. “Is Brandon there?”
Natalie looked at me through the doorway. I shook my head.
“No,” she said. “This is between us right now.”
Glenn cleared his throat the way he does when he’s embarrassed but doesn’t have the words for it. “I need to talk to him.”
“Not yet. First, you need to talk to Kyle. Kyle’s the one who told everybody my husband was a freeloader while my husband was paying for the roof over Kyle’s bed. Kyle said I was his problem. And Mom agreed. In writing.”
I heard Glenn stand up. Then his voice, aimed away from the phone, louder than I’d ever heard it.
“Kyle! Get up here! Now!”
From somewhere far off in the house, Kyle’s voice floated up the basement stairs, muffled and annoyed. “What? I’m in the middle of a game.”
“I said NOW!”
Natalie looked at me again. I gave her a small nod. She was doing it exactly right.
“Mom. Dad. I’m going to hang up now,” she said. “When you’re ready to have a real conversation, a real one, not one where you explain why you didn’t mean what you obviously meant, you can call us. Both of us.”
She hung up.
Then she slid off her chair and sat down on the kitchen floor next to Ellie’s high chair and let out a breath she seemed to have been holding for years.
“How was that?” she asked.
“Perfect.”
“I feel like I’m going to throw up.”
“That’s normal.”
She laughed. It wasn’t a happy laugh. It was the kind that comes after you’ve done something terrifying and found out you’re still alive on the other side.
My phone buzzed on the counter. A text from Glenn.
“Brandon, we need to talk. Call me.”
The timestamp said 10:31 p.m. Fourteen minutes after he’d answered that call and asked his daughter why the mortgage had been reversed. Fourteen minutes for a man to find out that the house he’d been standing in had been held up by somebody else’s hands.
I turned the phone face down on the counter and went upstairs to check on my daughter.
Glenn could wait. He’d gone fourteen months without knowing the truth. One more night wouldn’t hurt him.
I didn’t call him that night, or the next morning. I let three days go by.
During those three days, my phone lit up like a pinball machine. Glenn called four times. Donna sent two long texts. The first one started, “Brandon, I had no idea how much you were doing for us,” and ended, “Please call Glenn. He isn’t sleeping.”
The second one was shorter. “We are so sorry. Please call.”
Kyle texted once.
“Bro, we need to talk.”
I left them all on read.
On the second day, Natalie got a call from her dad while she was on her lunch break at the hospital. She came home that night and sat on the edge of the tub while I gave Ellie her bath.
“He was crying,” she said. “My dad. I’ve never heard him cry before. Not when Grandma died. Not when he retired. Not ever.” She trailed her fingers in the bathwater. “He kept saying he didn’t know. He said he logged into the Lakeshore account last night for the first time in two years, and he saw all the payments with your name on them. Fourteen of them. He said he just sat there looking at the screen until Mom made him go to bed.”
“Do you believe him?”
“I do,” she said. “He’s proud and he’s stubborn, and he doesn’t look at things he doesn’t want to see. But he’s not a liar.” She looked at me. “He also said one more thing. He said he’s going to call the lawyer about the will.”
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