She nodded. “I know.”
When they settled, I called Evan.
He answered on the fourth ring. “What?”
“My card was declined.”
Silence.
“And the joint account is empty.”
“I moved the money,” he said.
“For what?”
“To start my new life.”
I tightened my grip on the wheel. “You drained everything—with seven kids and one on the way?”
“You always figure things out.”
“That’s not a compliment.”
“I already have a lawyer,” he added.
I froze. “What?”
“Divorce papers are ready. Sign them so we can make it official.”
