“His attorney will tell him his legal position has collapsed,” Rachel said.

“He’ll be legally ordered to leave the premises and hand over all keys immediately.”

She handed me a copy of the emergency motion, with the First National Bank loan application on top.

“He spent months thinking he was setting a trap for a penniless wife,” Rachel said, her voice clipped and precise.

“He has no idea his paper trail is completely exposed.”

I stood under the hallway lights and looked down at the white sheet in my hands.