Inside was the original warranty deed to the house.

The house Julian had just thrown me out of.

The house he was already moving Chloe into.

I had not looked at that deed in years; it had simply lived in the safe with all the other paper of an adult life.

But something had made me take it, some instinct older and wiser than my conscious grief, and now I sat on the edge of a hotel bed and read it, and the reading changed everything.

Chapter 6 — My Name Alone