The room was pitch-dark except for the cool green glow of my computer monitor.

I opened the browser and typed in the address for the county land registry’s public records portal.

I’d had an account for three years, ever since David and I were working out property lines during the divorce.

I typed our Maple Street parcel ID number into the search box and pressed enter.

The screen hung for several seconds before it refreshed and showed the property’s full deed history.

At the very top of the ledger, highlighted in bold red, was an active filing recorded two days earlier.