For Seven Years I Sent Forty Thousand Dollars Every January, Until Emma Finally Spoke
“Eleanor thinks I’ll ruin our family if I push him,” I said.
“Eleanor doesn’t know about the unfiled addendum,” Howard said.
“She doesn’t know Mark is moving your forty thousand dollars into a corporate shell.”
I thought about Mark standing in his driveway yesterday.
He had been perfectly dressed while he complained about Emma needing winter boots, with a brand-new designer coat hidden in the trunk of his car.
“I went to the bank today,” I said.
“They threatened me with a legal harassment notice.”