“He actually tried to transfer the title?” I asked.

“Yes, but the county clerk flagged the notary’s signature as suspicious,” Maureen explained.

“The notary public he used has been dead for two years.”

I let out a long breath I didn’t realize I had been holding.

“Does this mean the house is safe?” I asked.

“Completely,” Maureen said.

“Your grandmother’s trust was set up with a spendthrift clause.”

“Even if Rylan had succeeded in putting his name on the deed, his creditors could never touch this property.”

“It is legally protected from any liability he incurred during your marriage.”

“What about his personal debts?” I asked.

“Those belong to his LLC, which is now in probate court due to the fraud charges,” she said.

“You are entirely insulated, Calla.”

“He cannot use this house as collateral, and neither can his mother.”

“Thank you, Maureen,” I said, my voice barely a whisper.

“You’re welcome,” she said. “Now, have you changed those locks yet?”

“I’m calling the locksmith right now,” I said.

“Good. Keep the doors locked, and do not answer if either of them shows up.”