“Kenneth, your text sounded very urgent,” I said as we shook hands.

He glanced around the crowded lobby before speaking. “Can we find somewhere more private to sit?”

That request is never a good sign from a lawyer. We found a quiet corner table away from the main foot traffic, where the smell of fresh coffee mixed with the faint scent of medical disinfectant.

The familiar rhythm of my professional life surrounded us—phones ringing, nurses calling out names.

Kenneth opened a thick manila folder on the table. “I found something during the post-divorce audit.”

My stomach tightened immediately. “What kind of something, Kenneth?”

“The kind of information that changes everything about your settlement,” he said, sliding several documents across the table. “Take a look at these financial disclosures.”