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 folded the cleaning cloth.

“I don’t like needing you.”

She didn’t answer immediately.

Then she said, “Needing somebody for a little while isn’t the same as belonging to them.”

I took the coffee.

It had gone cold while she waited.

“That explains the taste,” I said.

She laughed.