I unclasped the delicate silver-and-gold chain from around my neck, the anniversary gift Daniel had given me at the Italian restaurant in Denver.

The gold gleamed under the kitchen light as I laid it flat across Rebecca Sloan’s legal disclosure pages, right beside the white envelope.

“The house in Golden isn’t happening, Daniel,” I said.

“Because your financing depended on money you expected to steal from this property.”

Daniel stood over the kitchen table without speaking, his eyes fixed on the gold chain lying over the certified audit pages.

The legal notice from Rebecca Sloan lay fully exposed under the necklace, showing the formal injunction order scheduled for filing at eight o’clock Monday morning.