I dialed my family’s trust attorney, Maren Halloran, and she picked up on the second ring.

“Mabel?” Her voice came through tight with worry.

“I just got the automated court filing come across my desk.

Tell me it isn’t what it looks like.

Did Flynn really file an emergency dissolution while you were in surgery?”

“He did,” I said.

My breathing had gone slow and even and cold.

“He cut my insurance.