Three Baby Cribs and a Missing Set of Car Keys
“The lease on this suburban place is up in November,” Shaun said, leaning his elbows against the wooden railing.
“We cannot afford to stay here if Ryan keeps controlling the account,” I said, looking down at my shoes. “I only have six hundred dollars left in my personal savings.”
“What about the house on Elm Lane?” Shaun asked.
I looked at him, my hand stopping its nervous circle around my gold ring. The old family home had been sitting empty for two years, neglected since our grandmother had passed away.
“The deed is in my name, but it is in terrible shape, Shaun,” I said. “The roof might be leaking, and the yard is probably a forest by now.”
“It is built out of solid oak,” Shaun said, turning to face me. “We should go look at it before we make any decisions about November.”
“The babies are asleep in their carriers,” I said. “We can put them in the back of Mom’s car.”
