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

with thirty days’ notice.”

“Yes.”

“I didn’t—Savannah said—” He looked up, genuinely shocked. “I didn’t know it said this.”

“Did you ask?”

The question hung in the air between us. Finally, he shook his head. “I trusted her.”

“More than you trusted me to manage my own property?”

He didn’t answer, which was answer enough.

After he left, I sat at that table for continue reading …