“Just make sure the cleared lake title gets delivered to my house tomorrow morning.”

“Thank you, Mrs.

Miller,” he said, jotting a quick note before heading back toward the courthouse steps.

“You didn’t owe him that kind of mercy,” Sophie said as we opened the car doors.

“I didn’t do it for him,” I said, resting my hand on the cold door handle.

“I did it so he’d never have a reason to call my phone again.”

The streetlights on Elm Street were flickering on when Sophie pulled into my driveway at six.