Yellow Ceramic Mug and Red Silk Scarf in a Red Buick

slid into the driver’s seat. Nicole grabbed the top of the door frame, preventing me from pulling it shut.

“You are being stubborn, and it’s going to cost you everything,” she said. “If we have to go through with the hearing, the legal fees will eat up whatever equity you have left.”

I reached up, placed my fingers over hers on the metal frame, and pressed continue reading …