My mind kept going back to the email printout locked in my desk upstairs.

Thirty-eight thousand dollars of my grandmother’s equity sat in a Golden escrow account, and he was standing on her lawn acting like the master of the estate.

Daniel’s sister, Laura, sat at the patio table holding a paper cup.

Her three young boys ran across the grass chasing a yellow plastic ball.

“This yard is always so beautiful, Claire,” Laura said.

“Daniel tells me you’ve been working overtime every weekend lately.”