It was not the cold voice from the phone anymore.

It was something smaller.

I kept walking, at my own slow, steady, unbothered pace, until I was standing in front of the people who had told me, three days postpartum, in the rain, to figure something out.

I had figured something out.

I was about to show them what.

Chapter 16 — I Sold My House

Ethan pointed at the house, his composure cracking.

“What the hell did you do?”