was on the deed, mortgage, utilities, and insurance.
I said yes.
She told me to begin with photographs.
Document every room.
Document where my belongings had been moved.
Save texts.
Do not argue alone if the situation escalated.
Contact a housing attorney before serving any formal notice.
“Do you have someone you trust nearby?” she asked.
I looked at Ryan.
Then I looked away.
“Not inside the house,” I said.
That sentence broke something in the kitchen.
Ryan flinched like I had slapped him.
Cassie started crying then, but it was not the kind of crying that comes from remorse.
It was the kind that comes when a plan stops working.
I hung up and took photographs.
The master bedroom.
The dresser.
The shoes.
The perfume bottles.
The storage room.
My clothes.
Patricia’s wedding photo on the floor.
The legal pad.
The envelope.
Ryan followed me from room to room,
