I Finally Took My Ex-Husband’s “Three-Thousand-Dollar” Card to the Bank—Then the Manager Brought Out an Envelope with My Name
I asked about my final pay and the belongings in the supply room.
The supervisor explained both and thanked me for the work I had done.
I could tell she disliked the conversation.
That didn’t make it less final.
Outside, Patricia waited until we were beyond the entrance.
“You knew this might happen.”
“I knew it could.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”