“Maybe we should just move in with you?”
“You mean you, Amber, and little Nick?”
“Yeah. But you know how old the house is, Mom. I’m not against it, but it’s a lot. The baby, Amber’s job…”
“I get it,” I said after a pause.
“But if the house were yours, it wouldn’t just be a burden—it would be your home.”
“You want to sign it over to me?”
“I want you to be the man of the house. Make the decisions. But on one condition.”
“What kind of condition?”
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