PART 2 — THE FOUR-MONTH LIE
Daniel’s confident expression changed the moment he noticed my smile.
“What’s so funny?” he asked.
I gently rocked the nearest stroller with one hand.
“Nothing,” I said. “I’m just surprised you think there’s a house for me to sign over.”
The air inside the entryway seemed to tighten.
Behind me, three babies slept beneath pale blankets, completely unaware that their father had returned after four months with another woman on his arm and a stack of papers he apparently expected me to sign.
Vanessa’s fingers tightened around Daniel’s sleeve.
Daniel frowned.
“What are you talking about?”
I had imagined this moment many times.
In some versions, I screamed.
In others, I threw his suitcase into the street.
During the hardest nights of my pregnancy, when I sat alone at the kitchen table with swollen feet and three tiny heartbeats depending on me, I sometimes imagined saying things designed specifically to hurt him.
But now that Daniel was standing in front of me, anger seemed strangely unnecessary.
Facts were going to do a much better job.
“You remember my grandmother, don’t you?” I asked.
His expression shifted.
“Of course.”
“And you remember she bought this house.”
“You inherited it.”
“Not exactly.”
I reached toward the narrow table beside the door and picked up a blue folder.
Daniel looked at it as though it were dangerous.
“My grandmother purchased this property before you and I were married,” I continued. “Then she transferred ownership into the Ellison Family Trust.”
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