“Just run the preliminary search,” Graham said. “I can sign the authorization forms today. I need the funds wired by Friday.”

He paused again, listening.

“Yes, I’m authorized to sign on behalf of the entity,” he said. “I’ll email you the address.”

He hung up the phone and began typing furiously on his laptop.

I walked back to the kitchen, took out my phone, and sent a quick text message to my attorney.

*Graham is trying to leverage the Highland Park house. Let the bank run the search.*

Ten minutes later, my phone vibrated in my palm.

*On it,* Sarah replied. *The title company will flag it immediately.*

I spent the rest of the morning with the girls, taking them to the library to get away from the house.

The cool, quiet air of the library was a relief from the tension building at home.

We returned home around noon.

As soon as we walked through the back door, I heard Graham shouting from his study.

“What do you mean, I don’t own it?” he roared.

I guided the girls toward the stairs.