Part 6: The Driveway
The next morning, Carter came tearing up my driveway in his SUV.
I was already on the porch.
He stepped out furious, talking before the engine finished cooling.
“I’m here for my wife and daughter,” he snapped. “Stay out of this.”
I didn’t move.
“You forged her name on a HELOC,” I said. “You drained her accounts. You tried to sell my house. This is exactly my business.”
He smiled then. The ugly one men use when they think force still works.
“She’s emotional. You’re making it worse.”
I pointed at the gravel.
“You are trespassing.”
He took one step forward.
Then the sheriff’s cruiser rolled in behind him.
I had called dispatch the second his car hit the county road. Sarah’s lawyer had filed the temporary protective order that morning.
The deputy checked the paperwork, listened to Carter try charm, outrage, and fake legal fluency, and told him to leave.
Nothing worked.
Before he got back in the SUV, he glared at me and said I had no idea how ugly things could get.
I almost smiled.
He hadn’t realized ugly had already begun.
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