Dinner was strangely pleasant. Gabriel could be attentive and charming when he wanted to be, which had always made the other version of him harder to confront. Mom ate more than she had in several days. Judith kept the conversation relaxed.
After dinner, Patricia opened her briefcase and placed a document on the table.
Gabriel looked at it.
“What is that?”
“The deed to this property.”
“I know what a deed looks like.”
“I know. I prepared this one.”
She pointed to the ownership section.
“When you and Sara purchased the property nine years ago, it was recorded as jointly owned property with both names on the deed.”
“Yes.”
“Equal ownership.”
“Yes, we know that.”
Patricia remained calm.
“Sara suggested there may be some confusion about it.”
Gabriel turned toward me.
“You told me this was your house,” I said.
“Sara.”
“You told me you were the man of the house and that your decision overruled mine.”
