“Immediate order,” the clerk said, tapping a red state seal on the second page with her thumb.

“You can’t drive that vehicle on county roads.”

“Where is he now?”

“He took the south elevator down to the street two minutes before you walked in.”

I read down the second page, where Julian’s lawyer had listed every asset from our eight years together.

The list included our joint checking account, the office computer, my personal car, and even the yellow nursery furniture we had ordered in October.

“When is Judge Norris reviewing the final property agreement?” I asked.