“The assault complaint will be formally put on hold while the real estate listing goes through,” Frank said.

“You’ll have seven days to clear your belongings out of the spare bedroom.”

“Seven days,” Daniel echoed.

“Where are we supposed to go?”

“That’s for you and your mother to work out,” I said.

Daniel reached for the fountain pen.

His hand paused half an inch above the barrel, fingers twitching once before he closed them around the cold metal.

He pulled the blue quitclaim deed toward his side of the table, his eyes running over the heavy black type that took away his rights to the house, the accounts, and my income.