At exactly 11:47 on Christmas Eve, my husband accidentally sent me a photograph of himself in a hotel bed with his mistress while I was home alone caring for our two feverish babies.

four thirty.”

“Who is driving?”

“Someone from the security firm the trust uses.”

I hesitated.

“Cole will say I’m kidnapping them.”

“You’re their mother leaving the marital residence with your children because you believe the environment is unsafe.”

He paused.

“But this is exactly why you need counsel in the morning.”

“I don’t want a war.”

“I know.”

“I want him to leave us alone.”

“Sometimes those are the same fight.”

I hated how true that sounded.

“What should I leave behind?”

“Nothing that compromises your safety.”

I looked toward