“You were standing next to that big black rig in your custom suit, looking at me like I was trash out there picking up aluminum cans.”

“I thought you’d moved to Florida with another man,” I said.

“That’s what the letter she typed said.”

“I never went to Florida,” Megan said.

“I’ve been right here in this trailer since March.”

“I’m sorry,” I said.

“Sorry doesn’t give me back March,” she said.

“No, it doesn’t,” I said.