“How fast,” I asked her, “can we move?”

Darcy looked up from her screen, and something sharp and pleased moved across her face.

“The Harrington beach estate is about four hours from here,” she said.

“They’re all there right now, tonight.

If we leave within the hour, we can serve the divorce petition and hand-deliver that cedar box to the head of the dinner table, before your husband has any idea it’s coming.”

I packed three suitcases.