in a brightly lit hallway to a stranger wearing a badge.
“The condo was purchased before we got married.”
“In whose name?”
Michael glanced at me.
“Emily’s.”
The younger officer stepped closer to the door and examined the lock.
“Did she agree to have the lock changed?”
Michael hesitated.
“No.”
“And did she agree to have her belongings removed from the unit?”
“No.”
Linda sighed loudly.
“This is being made into something it isn’t.”
Linda seemed not to notice them. The older officer faced me.
“Ma’am, do you have identification
