I did not scream.

I did not make a scene.

I have thought since about why I was so calm, and I think it is because a part of me had already grieved this, in the dark, the night before, and calm is what is left when the grief has already happened.

I waited until he left the house to meet his friends, and then I called my bank’s fraud department, and I said the words in the flat, precise voice I use for numbers.

“I need to immediately freeze all of my credit lines and issue new cards with new numbers,” I said.

“There has been an unauthorized attempt to copy my card information.”