Or whatever story he had told himself made it acceptable.
I looked at the time.
3:42 p.m.
I called the bank.
The hold music felt endless. Cheerful piano notes played while my marriage collapsed in scheduled transactions.
When a representative finally answered, I explained as calmly as I could that I needed to stop a pending transfer from a joint account.
“I can certainly look into that for you,” the woman said in a polished voice. “May I verify your identity?”
I answered questions.
Mother’s maiden name.
Last four digits.
Security phrase.
Then silence while she reviewed the account.
“I do see the scheduled transfer,” she said. “Because this is a joint account, either account holder can initiate transactions. However, since it has not processed, I can place a temporary hold pending fraud review.”
“Do that.”
“I’ll need to ask whether you believe the other account holder is
