“No, Greg. You talked. You told me not to worry about the refinancing papers. You told me signing them would ‘make things simpler.’”
He rubbed his jaw, irritated now, because irritation was easier for him than guilt. “The house is in the company trust. It’s protected. My attorney was clear.”
“Protected from who?” Claire asked. “Your wife?”
He flinched at the word wife, but only because it embarrassed him, not because it meant anything anymore.
His phone buzzed on the counter. He turned it face down.
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