I leaned against the counter and felt the old pattern unfold again. Brianna lied. Dad reinforced it. Mom cried. Then everyone acted shocked when reality didn’t cooperate.
“What do you need from me?” I asked.
“Nothing financial,” Mr. Heller said. “I need clarity. Are you legally tied to this lease or not?”
“No.”
“Did you authorize your sister to say you’d pay?”
“No.”
There was a pause. Papers shifted on his end.
“Thank you,” he said. “I needed that on record.”
That explained everything.
Thomas Heller wasn’t evicting Brianna because of anything I said. He moved forward because the one thing keeping her afloat—my assumed money—was officially gone. She had used my name as leverage, and he called it.
My father started texting thirty minutes later.
What did you tell him?!
He says you refused to help her!
