I Finally Took My Ex-Husband’s “Three-Thousand-Dollar” Card to the Bank—Then the Manager Brought Out an Envelope with My Name
Shirley Gable.
“I also have correspondence intended for you.”
“Who sent that?”
“An attorney’s office forwarded it with updated contact instructions.”
“When?”
“Three months ago.”
I did not take it.
“Who knew I would come here?”