“You were more than fair in the divorce, Garrett.

You gave her fifty thousand dollars out of the lake lot settlement.”

“She walked away from it,” I said.

“That’s what the legal team told me.”

“Because she wanted to run off with that mechanic from Clarksville,” Tiffany said, her voice light and smooth.

“You remember the letters.”

I glanced in the side mirror, but the off-ramp was already two miles back.

Under the edge of that blue baby cap, I’d caught a glimpse of fine hair.