I heard the lock turn, heard his shoes and then her heels come into the entryway, while I sat at the kitchen table with a mug of tea I’d forgotten to drink.

He came in carrying a dark folder and set it on the table in front of me like paperwork I’d already agreed to.

“You can’t stay here anymore, Adeline,” he said.

“Declan left massive debts.

The house has to be sold.

I’m handling the liquidation.”

I looked up at him.

“You’re handling nothing in this house.