Linda turned her head slightly toward Richard, who sat in the corner chair by the window.

Richard didn’t look back at her.

“My son’s name is on the front of that title,” Linda said.

“He earned that car through his place in our home.”

“Ethan,” Mr.

Vance said, resting his hands flat on the desk.

“Do you claim an ownership share in the car?”

Ethan cleared his throat twice before unzipping the side pocket of his briefcase.