“The sale of the old house is finalized.

The proceeds went straight into the girls’ educational trusts, exactly as we set it up.

It’s done, Maren.

The property is out of your name, the old joint accounts are closed, and the protective orders are renewed for another five years.

There are no threads left for either of them to pull.”

I let out a long, slow breath — a breath I felt as though I had been holding for a year and a half.

“It’s really over,” I said.