Chapter 5

At 2:14 on Tuesday afternoon, Maya emailed me the proof that Ethan had been served.

His first call came four minutes later.

By six o'clock, there were eleven missed calls.

He sent no apology and did not ask where I was staying.

The final call left a voicemail.

"Claire, call me back before this gets completely out of control."

I listened once, forwarded the recording to Maya, and sent Ethan her office number and email address.

Direct all communication about the house, our finances, and the divorce to my attorney.

Three dots appeared beneath the message.

They vanished without a…