(Brad)
I stared at the open box on the kitchen counter. I'd unpacked half of it before losing interest. A few plates sat beside the sink. The rest of the box was exactly where I'd left it.
I grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator and leaned against the counter. Buying this place had seemed like the right move. Simple, practical, and available when I needed it. Now it was just where I lived.
My phone sat beside me on the counter. Gerald's email was still open on the screen. I'd already read it twice. The contents hadn't changed.
Neither had the reality of what came next. Judge Ames had made her decision. Now everything had to be finalized. The property settlement, the repayment order, and the legal fees.
I looked at the numbers again. The property transfer was already moving f
