I had forgiven him because my mother, Captain Rosanne Cavanaugh, had made him promise something he could not take back.
I had forgotten the pages.
She had not.
“That’s not enforceable,” said Dillon.
His voice cracked like a boy’s.
“A thing like that can’t take a man’s house.”
“It isn’t your house,” said Ms. Thackeray gently.
“It never was.”
“Kittiwake Lane was purchased with the Cavanaugh Family Trust.”
“You’ve lived in it as Shannon’s husband.”
“Every deed, every tax form, and every mortgage statement has said so since the day you moved in.”
“Your signature on page nine simply says you knew it.”
“A court will decide the rest.”
“But I wouldn’t pack for a fight.”
Dillon turned, searching.
There was nobody left to turn to.
Natalia had her arms folded.
Giselle had pulled off her bracelet.
She came toward me with her eyes red, holding it out in her flat palm like a fallen feather.
