You seem determined to prove that nobody deserves that kind of trust.”
Kayla stared at me as though I had slapped her.
Then she grabbed her robe from the back of a chair and stormed upstairs.
The bedroom door slammed hard enough to rattle the framed photographs in the hallway.
I remained seated, staring at the loan application.
Andrew put his arm around me.
“I should have told you sooner.”
I turned toward him.
“How long have you known?”
“About the application?
I found it yesterday.
