At 3:17 a.m., I Thanked My Husband’s Mistress on Company Slack—Then a 2:41 Login Led to My Inheritance
“Here.
I can move it later.”
He nodded.
It was a small luxury, being able to choose a place without needing it to be the correct place forever.
At lunch, we ate at the kitchen table with a window open.
The contractors took their break outside.
I asked my father about a photograph I had found, one of my grandfather standing in front of the old Apex sign.
“He looks annoyed.”