“He took the blue sedan.”

“The court order covers that car,” I said, leaning against the doorframe.

“Dalton filed the paperwork with the state registry before three.”

Evelyn laid the folded shirt in the suitcase and drew the zipper closed with a slow, heavy pull.

She wiped a single wet streak off her cheek with the back of her wrist before she picked up the handle.

“I signed those bank cards because he told me the house would be foreclosed on if I didn’t,” she said, staring straight at the closet door.