I laid the document down on the edge of the desk.

“When Brent threw me out of the house four nights ago, he told me he was the man of the house,” I said.

“He knew he owned it,” Sarah said.

“He’s known for two years now.”

I sank back in the chair and looked out the tall office window at the city skyline.

Clouds hung heavy over the lake, dark and solid as stone.

“Yesterday my mother texted me asking for the mortgage money,” I said.