“We don’t know,” Lydia said. “But his primary accounts are frozen. He only has access to his personal lines.”

A cold sweat broke out on the back of my neck.

“Lydia,” I said, my throat dry. “I used my card.”

Silence fell over the line.

“What did you do, Elena?” she asked, her voice dropping.

“I had to,” I said. “I ran out of cash. I bought food for Harrison.”

“Where did you use it?”

“A small grocery store here,” I said. “In Maine.”

“Which card was it?”

“The Chase card,” I said. “The one from my old account.”

“Is that account linked to the online dashboard Julian’s business managers use?”

“Yes,” I whispered. “But it’s my name on the card.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Lydia said. “If his business managers are checking his activity to see where assets are moving, they will see the pending authorization.”

“How fast?”

“Instantly,” Lydia said. “They have alerts set up for any activity on any account connected to his profile.”

I stood up from the chair.

“I have to leave,” I said.