“Sign the papers, Linda,” Richard said, his voice quiet and low.

Linda stared at her husband for three full seconds without blinking.

“I put food on the table in that house for six months,” Linda said, her sharp tone trembling at the edges.

“I gave them a place to stay when Ethan had no income.”

“And Camila paid three hundred eighty dollars a month for a car she wasn’t allowed to drive,” Richard said.

“It was about order in the household,” Linda said.