The process server handed her and Trevor their notices.
She turned toward Daniel. “Tell her we live here!”
Daniel swallowed. “Claire, please. We can work this out.”
I placed one final envelope in front of him.
“What’s this?”
“My attorney’s letter. I’m filing for separation.”
Lorraine snapped, “You can’t throw my son out of his own house!”
“It has never been his house.”
I showed them the deed.
My name.
Only my name.
Daniel sat down hard.
He had mocked me for keeping property separate.
That caution was now the
