“You had that made up yesterday?”

“I’m not spending ten more years fretting about the mortgage on this house,” she said, aiming a manicured nail at the page.

“I want my name off the town records completely.”

“That’s not how the bank works, Vanessa,” I said, leaning back on the wooden counter.

“A quitclaim deed doesn’t just wipe out a bank loan.”

“I don’t care about the bank,” she said, her voice climbing as she tapped her shoe against the lower cabinet door.

“I deserve a life where I don’t have to look at the price tag first.”