At 3:17 a.m., I Thanked My Husband’s Mistress on Company Slack—Then a 2:41 Login Led to My Inheritance
My mother watched me fasten the jacket.
“Do you want me to come?”
“I have the lawyers.”
“That wasn’t what I meant.”
I looked at her in the mirror.
“I know.
Will you be here when I get back?”
“Yes.”