I sat on the edge of my bed, listening to Laura breathe heavily through the phone.
For once, she wasn’t angry because I had done something wrong.
She was angry because she had finally realized what she had done.
“What happened?” I asked again.
“You know what happened!”
“I really don’t.”
Brent shouted something in the background.
Laura covered the phone for a moment.
I heard muffled arguing.
Then she came back.
“You put some kind of legal agreement in front of us!”
I smiled.
“No. You signed an agreement.”
“That isn’t what you told us it was!”
“I told you it was insurance paperwork.”
“You lied!”
I looked at the clock.
5:07 a.m.
“You should probably get some sleep, Laura.”
“Don’t you dare!”
Her voice cracked.
“You knew exactly what you were doing.”
I didn’t answer.
Because she was right.
I had known.
But not in the
