“I’ll pay double the emergency fee,” I said flatly.
By 4:00 a.m., the heavy brass locks on my front, back, and garage doors were being completely replaced.
By 5:00 a.m., Daniel officially no longer had any access to the comfortable life he had so arrogantly abandoned just a few hours earlier.
The Morning Showdown
At exactly 8:00 a.m., a loud, authoritative pounding shook the front door.
It was the police.
“Ma’am, your husband called dispatch and says you illegally locked him out of his residence,” one officer told me, looking skeptical.
I didn’t argue. I simply held up my smartphone and showed them the brightly lit text message Daniel had sent me from Vegas.
Both officers read it carefully. Then, they exchanged a look and read it again.
Finally, the older officer looked at me, completely dropping his authoritative tone, and said, “Ma’am, this man married another woman in another state. We’re absolutely not forcing you to let him inside your house.”
