First, I transferred the balance from our joint checking account into the personal account my mother had convinced me to keep years ago “just in case.” Then I moved the money from our vacation fund, our house reserve account, and the brokerage cash sweep we both had access to. I did not touch what was solely his by law, but everything jointly held—everything I had funded for years while working eighty-hour weeks—I secured. Next, I locked our credit cards through the apps and changed the passwords on our utilities, streaming accounts, and home security system. Then I called my attorney, Rebecca Sloan, whose number I had saved after helping her brother through emergency surgery two winters earlier.
She picked up on the second ring.
