I just hadn’t used it yet.
Three days later, I was signing paperwork in a hotel suite with Naomi when Trent called again.
His confidence was gone.
“They froze the accounts,” he said, panic threading through his voice. “There are people here.”
“All of them?” I asked calmly.
“My checking account. The business credit line. Even the joint account. The mortgage didn’t process. They’re saying there’s an ownership review!”