I nodded.
Then asked the question I’d been avoiding.
“Do you think my marriage is over?”
She studied me.
“That’s something only you can decide.”
I looked toward the window.
For six years, I’d explained away Adrian’s resentment.
I’d told myself he was embarrassed by our income difference.
That he needed time to feel secure.
That eventually he’d stop viewing my accomplishments as an insult.
Now he’d changed my locks.
Removed my belongings.
And put my home into a financing application I hadn’t approved.
I took a breath.
“Then I think I know.”
***
By the third day, the proposed loan had been placed on hold pending verification.
The lender confirmed receipt of my ownership dispute and suspected unauthorized authorization.
Monica coordinated with the lender’s fraud review team.
The valuation company preserved its appointment records.
And the police received an updated report concerning the documents.
I felt relieved.
But I wasn’t finished.
