Samantha opened a folder with the old incorporation and dissolution records.

There were dates, signatures, and a final settlement ledger.

In a week that had already delivered so many revelations, the ordinary evidence felt oddly comforting.

No secret second deed.

No stranger appearing with a valid claim to my home.

Just four women who had once built something useful together and then discovered they could hurt one another.

“What about the trust deposits?” I asked.

Patricia reached for a separate envelope.