“They Took My Office Without Asking — And Chose the Worst Possible Room”

his face. “The furnace wasn’t that expensive.”

“Twenty-seven hundred,” I said. “You promised to pay me back when things eased up. They never did.”

His mouth opened, then closed.

My mother’s eyes darted between us, landing on Ethan as if he could somehow explain this away. “What about the internet?” she asked desperately. “The streaming? Your brother needs continue reading …