My husband arrived at my door with my cousin, two babies, and a smug grin, declaring, ‘She lives here now.’ I handed him the keys, smiled back, and said “HOPE YOU ENJOY THE HOUSE UNTIL TOMORROW”

I was being paranoid.

I wasn’t.

I was early.

By 8:30 the next morning, I was sitting across from my lawyer.

Laura Bennett.

Sharp. Controlled. Efficient.

She flipped through the documents once, then looked up at me.

“This is more than enough,” she said.

Michael arrived ten minutes late.

Same shirt.

Different face.

Less confident.

“You didn’t need a lawyer,” he continue reading …