Chapter 7

I returned to the house with Tessa and a court-approved property coordinator. The coordinator carried a clipboard and explained that we had ninety minutes. Tessa brought empty boxes. I brought a list because I no longer trusted myself to enter that house and remember what mattered. Nolan opened the door. He looked tired. His gaze moved to me, then to Tessa, then to the coordinator’s badge. "You needed a witness?" he asked. "I needed my belongings." He stepped aside. The house smelled...