I Finally Took My Ex-Husband’s “Three-Thousand-Dollar” Card to the Bank—Then the Manager Brought Out an Envelope with My Name
“No, Mom. It didn’t. I am sorry.”
I had expected a defense.
The apology left me with nowhere to put the sentence I had been preparing.
“Did you know about the money?”
“No.”
“Did David?”
“Not that I know.”
I asked him myself the next day.