In October, My Husband Left a Manila Envelope on Our Kitchen Table and Walked Out Into the Rain

“He didn’t tell me,” I said.

“The church treasurer mentioned it this morning when he checked the bank deposits,” Patty said.

“Greg brought in the lien release paperwork himself.”

I thanked Patty, left two dollars on the table for my tea, and walked out into the cool October wind.

I drove straight to the Oak Ridge Public Library computer lab on Commerce Street and parked in the gravel lot behind the building.

The basement room smelled of old carpet and paper dust.