I might have to pay for urgent work myself.
I sat at my kitchen table staring at the estimate.
My revenge had taken one night.
Cleaning up the damage could take months.
That afternoon, someone knocked on my side door.
Richard.
I expected another argument.
Instead, he held out a business card.
“I know a contractor who specializes in structural repairs. He can inspect your porch tomorrow.”
I stared at him.
“What’s the catch?”
“There isn’t one.”
“You expect me to believe you’re suddenly concerned about my house?”
Richard looked
