“I won’t be calling the court clerk, Colleen,” I said.

“He’s been your husband for seventeen years,” she snapped, her voice dropping suddenly back into its familiar clipped bite.

“Haven’t you got any family loyalty left in you at all?”

“I have a duty to keep Sadie safe,” I said.

“He made a financial misjudgment trying to save his business,” Colleen said.

“You’re ruining his reputation in this town over some paperwork.”

“He locked nine-year-old Sadie outside in twenty-two-degree weather because she found the blue wire transfer papers,” I said.