A Fake September Fourteenth Lease Agreement Cost My Ex-Husband the Linden Court House
I put my hand on the porch rail.
“About what?”
“The house.
He wanted to know if it closed.
He asked if you were going to be out at Aunt Rachel’s this weekend.”
“He keeps track.”
“He asked twice about the weekend.” She played with her collar.
“He just sounded really down, Mom, like he misses us being a family.”