She reached into her leather purse, took out the folded paper from Seth’s gym bag, and snapped it open in front of his face.

“What about this, Seth?” Paige asked.

It was a pre-dated lease application for a four-bedroom rental house on Oak Street, naming Heather as co-tenant and listing our joint savings account as guaranteed collateral.

Seth stared at the landlord’s seal printed in the top corner, then glanced toward the exit doors.

“That was supposed to solve everybody’s problems at once,” he said, his voice going quiet.

“Without asking me,” I said.