“I’ve put money into this place!

Don’t you dare think you can throw me out onto the street with a suitcase!” That night, he packed a bag and left to sleep at his mother’s — the two of them, the architect of the affair and its faithful stagehand, under one roof at last.

And I slept, for the first time in a week, alone in a house that was quiet, and mine, and finally, blessedly, honest.

Chapter 12 — The Custody Threat