After The Divorce, My Ex-Husband And His High-Priced Lawyers Made Sure I Walked Away With Almost Nothing.

I was sitting in the motel parking lot, staring at my phone, debating whether to call my father one more time, when a black Mercedes pulled up beside me. The window rolled down, and a woman in her fifties, elegant and composed, leaned out.

“Excuse me,”

she said, her voice smooth and professional.

“Are you Sophia Hartfield?”

I froze. My first thought was reporter. My second was process server. I did not answer.