It’s been a while.”
At the sound of her voice, my composure nearly cracked.
“Miriam, I need help.”
The warmth vanished, replaced by focus.
“Are you safe?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Start there.”
So I did.
Not with every emotion. Not with the humiliation or the airport goodbye or the way Lucas had kissed my forehead while planning to empty our life behind my back.
I gave her facts.
Zurich.
Palm Springs.
Melanie.
Pregnancy.
Joint account.
Missing estate folder.
Pending transfer.
Daniel Voss.
Miriam listened without interrupting except to ask dates, names, amounts.
When I finished, she was silent for several seconds.
Then she said, “Do not move the full balance today.”
“I almost did.”
“I understand why. But moving all of it could create complications, especially if he claims you acted punitively. We are going to be precise.”
“What do I do?”
“First, preserve everything. Screenshots, emails, text messages, bank records.
