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

“Forty-eight.”

Patricia leaned forward.

“Forty-eight payments of five thousand dollars?”

“Correct.”

I did the multiplication and then did it again because the first result did not feel possible.

Two hundred and forty thousand dollars.

While I counted quarters, someone had been putting five thousand dollars away every month.

“From Gregory?”