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.

bring the children back before noon.

I stared.

He would forgive me.

I forwarded everything to Mr. Harris.

At 9:15, I spoke with Evelyn Shaw, a family-law attorney recommended by the trust’s counsel.

She sounded unsurprised by my account, which was both reassuring and heartbreaking.

“Has he threatened you?”

“Not directly.”

“Has he physically restrained you?”

“He grabbed my wrist.”

“Photograph it today.”

“I already did.”

“Good.”

The word felt strange.

Nothing about the situation was good.

“Has he controlled access to money?”

“Yes.”

“Transportation?”

“Sometimes.”

“Communication with family?”