Lauren turned toward him.
“You told me she signed it in March.”
Derek’s jaw tightened.
Rebecca photographed every page.
Nancy contacted the title company.
Thomas and his wife allowed the families to remain outside while we worked through the situation, but nobody entered the house.
Then my phone buzzed.
An email had arrived from my bank’s fraud department.
Someone had recently applied for a $275,000 home-equity loan using the lake house as collateral.
The application had been denied because ownership of the property had already transferred.
The applicant’s name was mine.
The contact phone number belonged to Derek.
Lauren read the screen over my shoulder.
For the first time that day, she stopped defending him.
Then she quietly asked,
