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 asked Thomas to meet me without the bank staff or my children.
Patricia accepted the request, although she checked twice that I knew where his office was.
It stood in a low suburban strip mall beside a tax preparer and a shop that repaired watches.
She drove me there and offered to wait.
“I can take the bus home.”
“You can.
You don’t have to.”
I agreed to call when I finished.
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