Suddenly, the timing of Delilah’s eviction looked very different. The fight over Noah spilling orange juice might have provided the excuse, but the growing hostility, Judith’s determination to push Delilah out, and Evan’s complete silence afterward suggested that getting my daughter away from the property may have served a much larger purpose.
“Does Evan know you took these?”
Delilah immediately shook her head.
“I don’t think so.”
“Good.”
If Evan discovered that Delilah had copied the documents, he would know his advantage had disappeared. He had spent years teaching my daughter to question herself and probably expected her to return home eventually, apologize, and accept whatever conditions he imposed.
What he hadn’t planned for was Delilah coming to me.
And unlike my daughter, I had no years of conditioning telling me to be afraid of him.
That afternoon, I made three calls. The first was to an attorney, the second to a title specialist, and the third to an old friend who had spent decades working in banking compliance and fraud investigations.
