A Fake September Fourteenth Lease Agreement Cost My Ex-Husband the Linden Court House

From the road.”

“I will.”

“And don’t answer Mark.

If he texts, don’t answer.”

We were at the light by the grocery store exit when my phone buzzed against the console.

A number I had deleted last spring lit up the screen.

I read it twice.

The first time I read it as a request.