“My wife handles paperwork,” he had said. “I handle assets.”
That memory stayed with me as Mara slid a prepared notice across her desk.
Because Daniel had no ownership interest in the property, and because his right to live there came through me, the documented assault allowed my attorney to request an emergency protective order excluding him from the home.
We weren’t illegally changing locks.
We were enforcing a court order.
At 11:20, the judge signed it.
