“Derek?” Melissa’s voice climbed. “What does it say?”

The paper shook in his hands.

“Iris. Marie. Holloway.”

A fork hit a china plate somewhere down the table.

I didn’t raise my voice. “Paper one. The deed. I bought this property two years ago. Two hundred ten thousand cash down. The mortgage is in my name, auto-paid from Abu Dhabi.

You’ve been living in your little sister’s house since the day you carried your boxes in.”