you and Blake to move in, thinking I would transfer ownership as a wedding gift.”
“I never charged you rent. Never asked for contributions toward the property taxes or insurance I’ve been paying.”
“So… the house is yours?” Amber’s voice took on a hollow quality.
“Yes,” I said. “And as of this morning, it’s being sold.”
I placed the preliminary sale agreement beside the deed.
“The closing will happen Monday morning.”
Amber’s face drained of all color.
“You’re selling our house?”
“You can’t do that. All our things. Our lives—”
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