She sat down next to me on the swing.
She put her head on my shoulder.
Daniel was still standing on the sidewalk.
Renee was next to him.
Neither of them moved.
“Mom,” Daniel said finally. “What is this?”
“My house,” I said.
“Your house,” Daniel said. “This house. On Willow Creek Lane.”
“Yes.”
“How?”
I took a sip of my tea.
“Second Cup Holdings,” I said. “That’s me, Daniel. I’m the trust. I’m the LLC. I bought it from Desert Flip. In October. Six days after you asked me when I was finally moving out.”
Daniel stared at me.
“With what?” he said. “You had—you had the money from the Linden Street house. That’s two-ninety. Maybe three hundred. This house was over a million.”
“One-two-fifty,” I said.
Renee put her hand on Daniel’s arm.
“Daniel,” she said quietly. “Second Cup. The sign. In our garage.”
