“I’m here to talk about getting my electronic access to our joint checking account fully restored,” I said, laying my notebook flat on the wood.

Hale didn’t even glance at my notebook.

He opened a thick manila litigation folder and slid a twelve-page legal document across the polished table to my side.

“We’re changing the scope of today’s meeting, Mrs.

Holloway,” Hale said, his voice smooth and entirely without warmth.

“This is a formal draft divorce petition and an emergency motion for temporary sole custody.”

I opened the blue backing.