“What about the cash buyer?” I asked. “Elliot’s client?”

“The offer is still on the table,” Jennifer said. “The buyer’s representative wants to sign the preliminary contract tomorrow morning.”

“Can we do it without Brent’s signature?”

“Yes,” Jennifer said. “The title is solely in your name. We have the original purchase documents from before the marriage, and the quitclaim deed he tried to file has already been flagged as fraudulent.”

“Let’s sign it,” I said. “Tomorrow.”

“I will set it up for ten AM at my office,” Jennifer said. “I want you to stay at Molly’s tonight, Tessa. Don’t stay here alone.”

“I’m not afraid of him anymore,” I said.

“I know,” Jennifer said, putting her hand on my shoulder. “But he is desperate now. Desperate people do unpredictable things. Let’s get your things and go.”

I stood up and walked up the stairs to the master bedroom.

The room was cold.

I packed a small bag with my clothes and Ivy’s favorite blanket from the nursery.

As I walked past the nursery window, I looked down at the street.