On a document surrendering my house.

“That is a lie,” I breathed, and for a moment the whole room seemed to tilt around me.

“I have been in Singapore for six years.

I have not set foot in this country.

I never signed this.

I could not have signed this.” Julian smiled, and there was a cold, patient, predatory gleam in his eyes, the look of a man who has done this before and expects it to go exactly as it always goes.

“The county clerk accepted it,” he said.