I stab a bite of turkey with my fork and chew on it while Jim considers. Finally, he shrugs and goes back to his own meal.
“What about the house? Your parents paid for it.”
“It’s yours if you want it. I’ll be moving out by summer. We can put it up for sale or you can keep it and give me half the equity. It’s up to you.”
Jim shrugs again.
For a minute I wonder which option he will prefer, once the news inevitably comes out about Brianna and me. I suppose I should confess to him soon, perhaps after her birthday, so he can think about that before making any commitment. Will he and the Garveys want to jointly commiserate and vilify me together for the next twenty years, or will they wish to never see each other again? It’s an interesting question. Which will triumph in this benighted reli
