“You can’t just march into my house and start counting the appliances, Harper.”

I slid the printed schedule out of the folder and set it down by the sink.

Sub-Zero refrigerator.

Wolf range.

Washer and dryer, sixty-four hundred dollars, invoiced in March of last year and carried on the company’s books at full value.

“Read the operating agreement sometime,” I said.

“You’ve had five years to do it.”

David began at the pantry and worked toward the mudroom, calling out serial numbers the way other men read off a grocery list.