sleeve.
“Yes.”
Mr. Harris exhaled.
“Then I need you to listen carefully.”
I sat at the kitchen table.
“I’m listening.”
“Are the children safe right now?”
“Yes.”
“Are you in immediate physical danger?”
“Cole isn’t here.”
“Do you expect him home soon?”
“I don’t know.”
“Do not confront him.”
“I wasn’t planning to.”
“Good.”
Papers rustled on his end.
“I’m initiating the clause.”
My stomach tightened.
“What happens now?”
“Anything held solely for your benefit becomes inaccessible to anyone operating through spousal authority, household authorization, or secondary access.”
I swallowed.
