“You walked out ten years ago,” Sarah said, leaning across the table.

“Walking out doesn’t cancel a recorded legal title,” Vanessa said.

She folded her arms again and leaned back against the wooden chair.

“Half of this house is mine.

Half of every square foot of ground under this roof belongs to me.”

“The mortgage was paid off three years ago,” I said.

“I made every single monthly payment while working twelve-hour days in the shop.”

“Out of the business account we started together,” Vanessa said, a small smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth.