And I understood, listening to it, that the man who had spent our entire marriage and divorce telling me I was overreacting had finally done a thing that even he could not talk himself out of, and that some part of him had just realized it.

Chapter 10 — Seven-Oh-Two

That evening, an automated email landed in my inbox, from a joint grocery-rewards account Richard and I had shared back when we were married and had both simply forgotten to close.

I almost deleted it unread.

Then I noticed the timestamp on the digital receipt.

Seven-oh-two in the evening.