“Yours isn’t.”

The line went quiet for three full seconds.

“What did you just say to me?” he asked, his voice dropping to a low growl.

“My name is the only name printed on the state title certificate,” I said, keeping my voice steady and even.

“The car loan was paid in full three years ago with my salary from my engineering firm.

I had the original physical title with me when I drove out of your driveway on Christmas Eve.”