Then I came back, and I picked up the pen from the desk where I’d set it, and I signed my name on the line without a single word, and I watched Gavin’s face light up with the triumph of a man who thinks he has just closed the cleverest deal of his life.

He had no idea he had just signed, too.

He just couldn’t see the document.

Chapter 5 — Trash Bags

The next morning they came for my things.

Gavin’s sister, Bridget, arrived with her husband, Mason — who happened to be the chief financial officer of SwiftFreight — and the two of them brought giant black trash bags, the kind you use for lawn debris, to clear me out of the house.

Bridget went through my life with a kind of cheerful cruelty.