I worked two jobs to help fulfill my husband’s dream of becoming a doctor — at his graduation, he handed me divorce papers, but just as I was walking away, one of his classmates said, “Before you leave, there’s something you should know.”

“Online access, yes.

I can pull the full statement history tonight.”

“Do that.

Screenshot everything and email it to me.

I’ll send you my address now.” A brief pause.

“One more thing.

The recording Daniel made in the courtyard — Nathan made a statement about you having nothing to prove any financial agreement existed.

That’s actually useful.

It establishes that he was aware of the financial dimension and was attempting to minimize it.

Combined with the account records, that builds a picture.”

“Will the recording hold up?”

“Daniel made it in a public space during a conversation Nathan chose to have publicly.

It’s admissible in this state.

Yes.”

I exhaled slowly.

“Get some sleep after you send me the statements,” Ruth said.

“I’ll review everything tonight and we’ll talk at nine.

This is manageable.

I’ve seen much worse with far less documentation.”

We hung up.