I Finally Took My Ex-Husband’s “Three-Thousand-Dollar” Card to the Bank—Then the Manager Brought Out an Envelope with My Name

“If I knew, would I have spent the morning trying to withdraw three thousand dollars?”

She let the sharpness pass.

I was grateful, although I didn’t say so.

I took out the envelope.

Patricia read my name and didn’t reach for it.

“Open it.”

“Not yet.”

“Why?”