I put the envelope in my purse.

“We need to file the property preservation order before he knows the bank turned over these documents,” Rebecca said.

I asked her how long the filing would take.

“I’ll draft the injunction this afternoon,” she said.

She walked me to the heavy glass doors of the law office lobby.

“Go back to work, Claire,” she said.

“Act completely normal about the barbecue this weekend.”

I unlocked my car in the law office parking lot at half past twelve.