“We’ll ask.

But we are not confronting him without a plan.”

The documents had a simple history.

My grandmother Evelyn had left a trust that owned the Highland Park property, and after her death its trustee had conveyed the house outright to me.

Gavin and I moved in after our wedding.

The title remained in my name alone.

We had paid living expenses together, and I understood that marriage could still produce financial claims worth examining, but the house was not a gift from his family.

Judith had never forgiven that fact.