Chapter 18

At ten o'clock Tuesday morning, I returned to the house on Sycamore Lane accompanied by Audrey and the independent property appraiser. It was the first time I had crossed that threshold since the Sunday morning I left my wedding ring on top of the divorce papers. Ethan was waiting in the front hall in a plain navy sweater. He didn't try to delay the inspection or make small talk at the door. He handed the property specification sheets to the appraiser and unlocked the back glass doors so...