“Daniel thinks you’re sitting at your kitchen table right now writing a resignation letter,” Frank remarked, looking up from his notes.

“He does indeed,” I said.

“And his mother is planning to use her linked card at the grocery store this afternoon?”

“She’ll try to use it around noon,” I said.

Frank took up a heavy black fountain pen and signed his name at the bottom of the retainer agreement.

“My fee for the emergency filing and the property freeze is five thousand dollars,” Frank said, turning the page toward me.

“Once you sign this, I handle all communication with your husband and his lawyer.”