The moment the banking notification appears on my screen, my knees nearly buckle. I stand frozen just outside Thornton Tower, the words burning into my eyes.
Account frozen due to legal hold.
My breath stutters. My chest tightens so sharply I have to swallow twice before I can even move. Panic spreads through my body in hot waves.
No. It has to be a mistake. He could not have done it that quickly. He could not have filed something in the minutes since I stepped into that elevator. This has to be an automated error, or a glitch, or something the bank will fix once I explain.
I cling to that thought as if it is oxygen.
I start walking fast, weaving through crowds, barely seeing where I am going. My mind races ahead of my feet. If I get to the bank now, they can sort this out. They can r
