I Finally Took My Ex-Husband’s “Three-Thousand-Dollar” Card to the Bank—Then the Manager Brought Out an Envelope with My Name
“You should,” Thomas replied.
I folded the statement, opened it again, and smoothed the crease.
Patricia looked at me.
“We can leave when you want.”
“Not yet.”
For once, I had enough to stop working and enough to ask more questions.
I wanted to understand both before I stood up.
PART 5 — His Explanation, in His Handwriting