A Twenty-Dollar Bill Dropped Into the Dust Beside a Tennessee Highway

“Why on earth?” he asked.

“After everything she pulled?”

“Because if I go hunting for her, I’m still the monster Megan believes I am,” I said.

Dale looked out through the glass doors at the sun glaring off the asphalt lot.

He rubbed his gray stubble with one heavy hand.

“What’re you going to do about the company?” he asked.

“Tomorrow morning we go to the courthouse,” I said.

“We set up the trust.”