Sarah reached over, opened the flap, and drew the paper out into the light.

She read the heading, turned to the signature page, and held it up close to her eyes.

“This is the quitclaim,” she said, her voice sinking low.

“She signed this before she even packed.”

“She signed it to stop the bank from calling her about the late mortgage payments,” I said.

Sarah tapped a fingernail on Rob’s witness signature at the bottom of the page.

“Does she know you’ve still got this?” Sarah asked.