“She Mocked My Beach House at Breakfast — That Evening, I Sold Everything She Thought Was Hers”

those papers.”

“Which you’re not going to do.” It wasn’t a question.

“No. But I don’t know what to do instead. If I refuse, Savannah will make me the villain. She’ll tell Caleb I’m being difficult, that I’m not thinking clearly, that I’m too old to handle my own affairs.” My voice cracked slightly. “Maybe I should just sign. Maybe it would be easier continue reading …