Chapter Twenty-One
Bradley and I stood at the door to the house about an hour later, preparing to leave, when he said, “Be right back.”
He had already called a realtor to see about selling the house, “As is,” and they hadn’t thought there would be any problem finding purchasers. The house was in a prime area of town and in a great school district. He told them to price it at how much it was worth, but even if they had to lower it a bit to sell it to do so, because he didn’t need the money and could afford to take a loss.
We had still been laying in bed when he’d made that phone call and I couldn’t help but feel pride as he spoke on the phone. He’d kept his hand clasped in mine the whole time, seemingly using my strength to do what he knew he needed to do.
After a few moments, Bradley w
