“I have photographic proof sent from his phone, and I’m holding a receipt for a forty-one-thousand-dollar pearl necklace he bought her on Tuesday.”

A full three seconds passed before Daniel spoke.

On his end, I heard the faint rustle of a silk pocket square as he cleaned his gold-rimmed glasses before answering.

“Are you and the children safe in the apartment tonight?” Daniel asked.

“We’re safe,” I said.

“I need you to activate the emergency protection clause my grandmother, Margaret Bennett, built into the Bennett National Trust.”

Another three-second pause followed while Daniel shifted the phone on his end.