Rachel leaned closer, her eyes narrowed as she read the words over my shoulder.

“He planned this six weeks ago,” Rachel said, her voice dropping into a register I hadn’t heard since our father died.

“He didn’t get evicted yesterday.

He set a trap before you even signed the purchase agreement.”

“He thinks the down payment belonged to him,” I said.

“He traded his share of the house for his sports car and his country club fees at the final hearing,” Rachel said.

“You know that.