Either you go and clean my mother's apartment right now, my husband said, or tomorrow I file for divorce — six months out of work, living on my salary, saying it with a beer in his hand. I didn't argue. I took the keys and walked out. What was behind his mother's door turned that threat around on him inside forty minutes.

There was a lever arch file. Not hidden. On the table, standing up against the monitor.

In it, in order:

The business registration for Northrun Supply Co. Sole member: Ilma Ostrom. Registered address: the apartment on Pell Street. Formation date the previous August.

A business bank account in the name of Northrun Supply Co., signatory Ilma Ostrom, statements for eight months.

An invoice from a company formation service for one thousand five hundred dollars, dated the twenty-ninth of August.

I had asked Wade about fifteen hundred dollars in the September. It had gone out of the joint account and I had noticed it, and he had told me it was the transmission on his car, and I had said fine and closed the app.

And under all of that, at the back of the file, was a copy of a letter on a law firm's letterhead.

An initial consultation summary from a family law practice in Harrowgate, dated the eleventh of October.