Daniel had seemed annoyed by the paperwork.

I had insisted on signing only after the lawyer explained it twice.

Then life crowded out the details.

I moved in with Daniel and Sloan after my pulmonary health worsened.

They promised that the unfinished ground-floor suite would be ready within weeks.

Six months later I was sleeping in a cramped room beside the laundry, and the suite had become Sloan’s yoga studio.

Daniel now told anyone who listened that he’d bought the house by himself.