“Frank filed for dissolution of marriage at three fifteen today,” I said.

“The official notice comes by courier tomorrow morning.”

Daniel went rigid, his hand falling from his neck to his side.

“You went to a divorce lawyer behind my back?” he asked.

“I went to a lawyer because you forged my name on an equity line application,” I said.

“And because your mother switched on a pair of silver clippers at two in the morning.”

Eleanor lunged forward, reaching to grab my upper arm.