Chelsea nodded.
“We’ve already spoken to a realtor.”
Albert watched them.
“Are you certain?”
“No,” Logan replied.
“But we’re certain we can’t keep living this way.”
Fiona slid the papers across the table.
Logan picked up the pen.
His hand was steady as he signed.
Chelsea signed next.
When the documents were complete, Albert placed his copy back into the folder.
“I’m not taking your home from you,” he said.
“I know,” Logan answered.
“We’re choosing to stop pretending we can afford it.”
The board meeting ended a few minutes later.
Miriam Alvarez entered to thank Albert and explain the next steps for the housing fund.
She spoke warmly about the retired teachers who would benefit from rental assistance, accessibility repairs, and emergency housing support.
Albert listened with quiet attention.
Logan watched him.
For years, he had seen his father as a man sitting at the edge of their household, waiting for instructions.
