I looked at Alex.
His expression suggested that he had been given a different version of events from the one his wife had received.
That was the first sign that this arrangement was already beginning to fall apart.
We sat in the living room. Sean talked enthusiastically about the supposed benefits of trying something new, while Nancy avoided looking directly at me.
Finally, I placed my glass on the table.
“Before anyone leaves, there’s something I’d like us to discuss.”
Sean smiled.
“What’s that?”
“The rules.”
He relaxed.
“Of course. We should establish boundaries.”
“Exactly,” I said. “And I think everyone should understand what they’re agreeing to.”
I reached for the folder beside my chair.
Inside were copies of the loan notice, the bank’s correspondence, and the documents Patricia had advised me to preserve.
Sean’s smile disappeared when he recognized the bank’s letterhead.
“What’s that doing here?”
I opened the folder.
