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

I sat on the arm of Rachel’s couch.

The side door had been unlocked for five minutes.

Five minutes was long enough to carry a box inside.

Five minutes was long enough to walk through the kitchen, look at the empty living room, and decide to stay.

Rachel came closer.

“You’re doing that thing with your thumb.”

I put my hand in my pocket.

“I need to call Lauren’s apartment.”