You Still Have Your Right Hand
On the feed, David tapped his banking app. His shoulders dropped. He let out a strangled sound. Diana had filed an emergency injunction at 8:00 AM, freezing all joint assets pending the civil case.
We watched in real time as his available balance went from $450,000 to zero — the accounts my income had filled, locked until a court decided how to divide them.
Ten minutes later, a hyperventilating, sobbing David was walked down the long driveway of the mansion he used to call his own, clutching a single gym bag.
At the wrought-iron gates, he stopped.
Parked across the street was a black Town Car. I’d checked myself out of the hospital an hour earlier, against medical advice, for exactly this.
The tinted window hummed down.