Heather looked at the printed heading, then pulled the second page toward her chest.

“He told me you signed the house lease yourself,” Heather said.

“He brought the papers to my apartment two weeks ago and said you wanted to help me get away from Colin.”

“I saw this document for the first time twenty minutes ago,” I said.

“He said you were selling your Honda Civic,” Heather said, her voice dropping to a whisper.

“He told me you were getting five thousand for your car to pay off his truck loan so he could cover the difference on the lease.”