"You can't marry him," Matilda snapped as the front door slammed so hard the hallway light bounced. "I'm leaving tonight," Katelyn said, voice flat. "Don't make this harder than it is." "You're stealing the household book?" Matilda stepped forward. "You can't just take our registry." Katelyn laughed once, sharp. "I'm taking what keeps me legal. You kept everything else. This is mine." "Give it back," Matilda said. "You know what that book means to Orlando and me." Katelyn held the small leather ledger up like proof. "It means nothing if I'm trapped. I signed it so I could have a place to go. I'm sorry you don't get it." "Sorry?" Matilda's hand was on the doorknob before she knew it. "You think a sorry fixes this?" Katelyn's eyes flashed. "Don't act wounded. You threw me out of the will last timeline. I survived. I'll survive again." The word "will" landed like a challenge. Matilda kept her voice even. "So you stole family documents. You think that's smart?" Katelyn shrugged. "Smart enough to leave with Cruz. He'll sort the paperwork later." "Will he? Or will he let you sleep on his mother's couch and eat rice while you wait for a couch to turn into a life?" Matilda said. "You sound like you want to keep me," Katelyn said suddenly, the corner of her mouth lifting. "Prove it. Stop me." Matilda held up her phone