“It’s only seven feet by nine, but the window faces south, so you’ll get sun in the morning.”

I sat down on the edge of the mattress.

The springs inside gave a small, tight squeak under me.

“Vance called my landline at ten after six,” Sarah said.

“He checked the county registrar’s system before the clerk left for the day.”

“Did David manage to file the quitclaim deed without me?” I asked.

“He tried to upload a digital scan at four forty-five,” Sarah said.

“The county clerk rejected it because there was only one witness signature and no notary seal on the fourth page.”