I Finally Took My Ex-Husband’s “Three-Thousand-Dollar” Card to the Bank—Then the Manager Brought Out an Envelope with My Name
“We followed the communication arrangement Gregory requested.
In retrospect, that did not give you the clarity you needed.”
“Clarity would have been knowing I could afford to see a doctor.”
He was quiet.
I picked up the envelope.
“Will you give me a few minutes?”
“Of course.”
He left the room and closed the door without telling me to take my time.