Jane.

“Keep walking.”

Vincent’s voice was behind me on the stairs. My dress was still at my waist. Their come was already cooling on my thighs. Ellis came up on my other side with the folder under his arm like we were moving the meeting, not ending it.

My old room was at the end of the hall. They did not take me there.

Vincent opened the master. Mom’s perfume was gone from it. His sheets were gray. Ellis kicked the door shut with his heel and dropped the folder on the dresser.

“Papers stay in there,” he said. “Nobody calls the lawyer. Nobody needs a second reading.”

Vincent turned...