It is not courage.

It is the serenity of a person watching an opponent walk confidently toward a trap the opponent cannot see.

I did not smile at Chloe because I was brave.

I smiled because I was holding a folded deed in my purse that was about to turn her entire smirking world upside down, and because I knew, with total certainty, that in about ninety seconds the balance of power on that porch was going to invert completely, and there is nothing so steadying as certain knowledge of what is coming next.

They thought they were watching a woman receive the worst news of her life.