“Natalie,” Heather said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Seth called me an hour ago and said you were filing charges against him.”

“I’m here to show you what Seth actually signed,” I said.

Colin stood up from the folding chair, his heavy gold wedding ring catching the gray porch light as he wiped his hands on his canvas pants.

“Let her talk, Heather,” Colin said quietly.

“Sit down and look at what she brought.”

I sat on the wooden porch bench and took the lease and the printed bank transfer receipts out of my leather bag.