the beneficiary of my life insurance policy and called a close friend who worked as a lawyer.
It was three in the morning, but she answered.
When I explained what had happened, she was silent for a long moment.
“Sarah, you know the property deed is only in your name, don’t you?”
“I know.”
“Does Daniel know?”
“I don’t think he has ever bothered to check.”
That night, for the first time, I looked at every document not as a loving partner, but as a woman who needed to protect
