In a Hartford Courtroom, Grant Wanted the House Until a Little Purple Toy Started Playing
“That prevents any more erratic withdrawals while Richard Hale drafts our formal separation papers.”
“I have never taken one unauthorized dollar out of our family savings,” I said, getting up from the table.
He slid the mouse across the black pad and went straight into the administrator security settings.
“You don’t need access to my money anymore, Emily.”
“Where’s the rest of the balance from the emergency account?” I asked.
Grant reached out and changed the main master access code on the screen, his fingers moving fast over the mechanical keys.
“The court will look at our financial positions at the proper time.”