That’s the whole thing, right there. He’s been counting on it his whole life.
Miles came forward then, through the crowd, walking slowly, his hands still in his pockets.
He stopped beside his wife and looked at Cullen.
“Son,” he said. His voice was very quiet, but everyone heard it. “In July, you sat at my kitchen table and told me this deed was signed. You showed me a picture of it on your phone. I loaned you eighty-five thousand dollars on the strength of that picture.”
Laurelai turned to
