Chapter 4

The elevator had not reached the parking garage when my credit card stopped working in my hand. Fluorescent light slid across the mirrored walls as the notification appeared: AUTHORIZED USER ACCESS REMOVED.

Julian had canceled it less than three minutes after I said the word divorce.

His message followed. “When you apologize to Noah and Mom, I’ll turn it back on. Until then, think carefully about what you’re destroying.”

The elevator hummed downward while my bare ring finger repeated across mirrored panels. A frightened husband might have called; Julian went directly to money because he believed ordinary life was his…