The smile disappeared from his face.
“No… why would you ask that?”
Ellie hugged the rabbit tighter.
“Because you left when Sam was sick.”
She looked at him for another second, then quietly turned around and walked back to her room.
David stood frozen.
Only then did I speak.
“You cannot throw my son out of his own house.”
“We need to talk.”
“Rachel, what is this? Where are my books? Where are my things?”
I stood at the dining table where a single folder waited.
“Your belongings are boxed in the garage,” I said. “Labeled by category. You’re not staying here tonight.”
Brenda’s face turned scarlet.
“You cannot throw my son out of his own house. I will call every lawyer in this city.”
I opened the folder and slid the documents across the polished wood.
You bought yourself out.
“You’ll want to see these first.”
David picked them up with shaking hands. His eyes moved across the pages, then stopped on the signature line.
