My husband gave away every maternity dress I owned while I was at work. When I asked what I was supposed to wear, he kept spreading mustard on his sandwich.

selling them, and he refuses to help me get them back.”

Elaine went silent.

Then she asked one question.

“Anna, did you give either of them permission?”

“No.”

“Do you want me to help you recover your things?”

My eyes filled with tears.

“Yes. Please.”

“Send me every screenshot. Then get something to eat and try to rest. I’ll handle what I can tomorrow.”

After we ended the call, Tara finally sent another message.

Please don’t tell Mom. Nick said you knew about everything.

I read it twice.

Then I