“He’s taking the original purchase records,” she said.The video turned black, but the sound continued.
“Call the police,” Graham said.
Elena was already moving toward the door.
I caught her sleeve.
“You’re not going there alone.”
By the time we reached the street, two officers stood beside Callum’s car.
The metal box rested on the bonnet.
Callum pointed at Elena.
“It’s my house too.
I have
every right to collect my documents.”
Elena held up the title register on her phone.
“Your name was never added to the title.”
“You promised it would be our home.”
“You promised you were free to make that promise.”
One officer opened the box.
Inside were bank records, my copied passport, and a notebook filled with passwords.
“That is private property,” Callum said.
