Chapter 2 - Three Months Under One Roof
Margaret had moved in twelve weeks earlier.
Temporary, Elena kept telling everyone.
Especially Brandon.
Margaret’s apartment building had suffered major water damage after an upstairs pipe burst. Repairs were expected to take six to eight weeks.
Brandon agreed immediately.
“Of course she can stay.”
That was the version Elena remembered.
Later, he would insist she had cornered him.
The guest room was small but bright, tucked beside the upstairs hall bathroom. Margaret brought two suitcases, a box of books, and far too many kitchen towels because she hated arriving anywhere empty-handed.
For the first two weeks, things were easy.
Margaret cooked.
Brandon complimented her food.
They watched baseball together.
She ironed one of his shirts after noticing it wrinkled and he joked that he should have invited her to move in years ago.
Then the mood changed.
Little things first.
Brandon complained when Margaret used the downstairs television.
He started locking his study.
He questioned how long the apartment repairs were taking.
When Margaret bought groceries, he asked Elena whether she was “trying to take over the kitchen.”
“She bought oranges,” Elena said.
“That’s not the point.”
“What is the point?”
“This is our house.”
It became his favorite phrase.
Our house.
Except when bills came due.
Then it was Elena’s responsibility too.
Elena was thirty-four and worked as a senior project manager for a medical technology company. She earned well. Brandon, thirty-seven, operated a boutique real-estate investment business with two partners.
At least that was how he described it.
For years, their finances had been mostly separate.
One joint checking account for mortgage, utilities, household expenses, and major purchases.
Brandon managed it.
Elena transferred a fixed amount every month.
That arrangement had seemed practical.
Until six months before Margaret moved in.
Brandon began asking Elena to increase her transfers.
Property taxes were up.
Insurance increased.
A renovation project required reserves.
Business cash flow was “temporarily uneven.”
The explanations changed.
The request stayed the same.
More.
Elena finally asked to see the household account.
Brandon acted offended.
“You don’t trust me?”
“I want to see our account.”
“I handle this stuff so you don’t have to.”
“I didn’t ask you to.”
That argument lasted two days.
Eventually Brandon showed her a summary.
Not statements.
A summary he created.
Everything appeared fine.
Elena accepted it.
That became one of the decisions she later regretted most.
Then Margaret moved in.
And almost immediately, Brandon started talking about money differently.
Things were tight.
The renovation deposit had to remain untouched.
Elena should reduce unnecessary spending.
Margaret should contribute toward utilities.
Elena laughed the first time he suggested that.
“My mother is displaced from her home.”
“She uses electricity.”
“So do you.”
Brandon did not laugh.
The tension worsened after Margaret walked into his study one afternoon and found him on the phone arguing with someone.
She never heard the whole conversation.
Only one sentence.
“I told you I’ll replace it before Elena sees anything.”
Brandon saw Margaret in the doorway.
The call ended instantly.
That evening, he told Elena her mother had started snooping.
Margaret denied it.
Elena believed her.
Brandon noticed.
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From that day forward, Margaret stopped being an inconvenience.
She became a threat.
