I pulled my hand back and touched the silver bracelet on my wrist.

“My grandmother built this house with her own hands in 1958.

You built a web of forged signatures and false promises to take it away from me.”

“Where am I supposed to stay tonight?” he asked, his voice cracking slightly.

“You changed the front deadbolt.”

“You can sleep in the guest room upstairs tonight,” I said.

“James the locksmith left the side entrance open under the legal plan Rebecca set up.

But tomorrow morning at nine o’clock, Rebecca will serve the formal divorce petition and asset preservation order.”