But I realized that acting recklessly could complicate everything.
Lucas had legal access to our joint account.
El dinero había venido en gran parte de mi herencia, pero lo había mezclado con fondos matrimoniales.
I needed to establish what belonged to me.
I needed the records.
And most importantly, I needed to make sure Lucas couldn’t manipulate the situation into making me look like the dishonest one.
I canceled the unfinished transfer.
Then I called an attorney.
Her name was Rebecca Sloan.
She had helped my father with his estate planning years earlier.
No había hablado con ella en casi dieciocho meses.
Cuando ella respondió, apenas reconocí mi propia voz.
“Rebecca, es Claire”.
¿”Claire? ¿Está todo bien?”
“No.”
I looked toward the framed wedding photograph on my desk.
“My husband has been planning to leave me. I think he’s trying to take all my money.”
Hubo un breve silencio.
