A Twenty-Dollar Bill Dropped Into the Dust Beside a Tennessee Highway
I pulled them apart and smoothed them flat on the wood.
The property division section was right in the middle.
It laid out a clean split of the liquid assets.
It gave the exact routing numbers for the joint checking accounts we’d closed back in January.
A smaller sheet slid out of the back of the stack and landed on the rug.
I bent and picked it up.
It was a quitclaim deed, separate from the rest.
It was on the same thick parchment as the legal divorce papers.