The line went dead.

I lowered the phone, my fingers numb from the cold metal.

“What did he say?” Julian asked.

“He locked me out,” I said.

We stepped into the back of the waiting black town car.

The leather seats smelled of cedar and old wax.

I opened my banking app, my thumbs shaking slightly as I entered my password.

The screen flashed red.

*Access Denied. Contact administrator.*

I tried the joint household account next.

*Access Denied.*

“He revoked my access to everything,” I whispered.

“Even my father’s legacy accounts.”

Julian pulled out his phone and began typing rapidly.

“I’ll file an emergency injunction first thing in the morning,” he said.

“But it will take forty-eight hours to get a judge to sign it.”

“We need to find Marta first.”

My phone buzzed again in my hand.

Marta’s name flashed on the screen.

I answered immediately.

“Evelyn?” her voice was trembling, muffled by the sound of wind.

“There are men here,” she said.

“They are packing my things into cardboard boxes.”

“They told me Mr. Whitlock terminated my contract.”

“Marta, listen to me,” I said.