The Police Showed Up Before My Husband Could

held up one hand.

“Morning, ma’am. Are you Mrs. Karen Doyle?”

“I am.”

His partner, younger, red-cheeked, maybe thirty, checked a little black notebook.

“We need to speak with you regarding a complaint.”

I kept my hand on the door.

“What kind of complaint?”

The older one answered.

“A report of financial fraud and unlawful exclusion from a marital residence.continue reading …