“That gives you four full days,” Mark said.

“That’s more than fair for someone who hasn’t contributed to the mortgage.”

Vanessa walked over to the front window, pulled a wooden blind slat down with one finger, and looked out at the driveway.

“Where will she go?” Vanessa asked, talking over him without turning around.

“Her mother has a spare bedroom in Oakridge,” Mark said.

“She’ll be fine there.”

“I want the keys back on Sunday,” Mark added, turning back to me.