I typed the exact date of my third medical transfer two years earlier, followed by the specific diagnostic ledger code noted in Dr.

Vance’s duplicate log.

I didn’t hit send.

I saved the text to my drafts folder and locked the screen again.

The black car glided along the expressway, passing beneath the tall highway lights pointing east.

I drew my coat tighter around my shoulders and watched the dark outline of the city slip away behind us.

The sixty-day finalization period on the divorce decree had started the instant my signature touched the paper, but the real reckoning hadn’t even begun.

The driver had pulled away from the townhouse drive before the banking app screen even dimmed in my hand.