“You have fifteen minutes to collect your personal clothes,” Julian said.

“Nothing from the study, nothing from the nursery, and no foundation papers.”

“My personal audit files belong to my independent consulting business,” I said.

“Anything stored in this house is marital property under a temporary court seal,” Julian said.

“If you take a single folder, the guards outside will report a theft to the county sheriff.”

I went upstairs to the master bedroom and opened the closet doors.

I took three wool sweaters, two pairs of dark trousers, and my personal notebooks from the bottom drawer and packed them into a navy cardboard suitcase.