I laid them across Heather’s knees.

“Seth told you I agreed to sell my car to pay off his truck loan,” I said.

“And he told you he was paying twelve hundred dollars a month for your four-bedroom rental house on Oak Street.”

Heather stared at the printed deposit record, her thumb resting on the red figures highlighted in the margin.

“He showed me the lease two weeks ago,” Heather said.

“He swore you signed it willingly because you wanted Maddie, Ben, and Owen to have a real yard.”