I looked at him calmly.
“Tyler, how long have you been discussing moving Rachel into this house?”
He lowered his head.
“We’ve talked about it.”
“How long?”
“A few months.”
I took a breath.
“So you’ve been making plans for my property without asking me?”
He said nothing.
Rachel stood abruptly.
“This is ridiculous. I’m not staying here to be insulted.”
I nodded.
“You’re free to leave.”
She picked up her handbag.
Then turned toward Tyler.
“Are you coming?”
He remained seated.
“Tyler?”
He stared at the folder.
She waited.
Then said sharply, “I can’t believe you’re doing this.”
He didn’t answer.
Finally, Rachel walked toward the front door alone.
The decision I’d already made
I turned back toward Tyler.
He looked exhausted.
“Debra, I know I’ve made mistakes.”
I looked at him.
“Have you?”
He rubbed his forehead.
“I never wanted to hurt you.”
“But you did.”
He lowered his eyes.
