“What’s that supposed to mean?” “It means your family should be well rested tomorrow.” And I hung up.

Chapter 7 — The Woman Who Woke Up

I did not cry that night, and I did not scream, and I did not call anyone to talk me out of what I already knew I was going to do.

I opened my laptop instead.

I changed the passwords on my banking apps.

I downloaded my statements — five years of them, because some part of me, the analyst, the woman who reads the receipts for a living, had always kept them even when I refused to look.

I severed the joint account access.