The house in Palm Beach is mine.

I bought it in 2019 with an inheritance from my grandmother and two years of saving and a mortgage I am still paying, and it is not grand — it is a three-bedroom on the wrong side of the island with a kitchen I redid in 2020 and a gate that sticks.

He moved into it in 2021.

His name is not on the deed.

That was not suspicion; it was a refinance and a title company and the path of least resistance.

And he travelled.