As if time stood still, I try to keep myself together.
"And, well?" I inquire, showing a confidence I don't really feel right now.
He sets the document on the table and looks at me with a serious expression.
"Where did you get this from?"
"That's none of your concern."
He sits up straight in his chair. "Is it important if you've already made up your mind about my guilt before defending me?"
"Tell me the truth," I replied. "Maybe then I can understand all of this a bit better."
I gesture with my hand.
"Who?" he repeats, his tone cold.
"Did you buy the building where I lived to leave me on the street?" I asked in return.
He looks at me in silence before nodding.
"The student loans," I whispered.
"I'm sorry. I know I didn't handle things well."
"Hernandez?"
"Brooke, you have to
