I glanced over at the digital clock on the nightstand, which read two forty-three in the morning.

“What happens now?” I asked.

“Now you should try to get some sleep if you can,” Samantha instructed firmly.

“Tomorrow morning, I want you to come directly to my law office.”

“Can you at least tell me why your firm is reviewing the title right now?”

“I can tell you with absolute certainty that no one has managed to take your house away from you,” she promised.

That assurance helped calm my racing thoughts just a little bit.