“My Wife Handles the Paperwork, I Handle the Assets,” He Told the Contractor. He Never Read What He’d Signed

Then my phone began to ring, and ring, and ring.

“What did you do?” Camden shouted, when I answered.

“I protected my money,” I said.

“Our money!”

“Some of it,” I agreed.

“Not the inheritance.

And not the house.”

There was a long pause, and then I heard it — Lorraine’s voice behind him, no longer sharp, gone thin and frightened. What does she mean, not the house?