In October, My Husband Left a Manila Envelope on Our Kitchen Table and Walked Out Into the Rain
“I’m an independent legal courier out of Knoxville.”
“Marcus sent you all the way onto a cruise ship?” I asked.
“He spent three days tracking the private filings your husband lodged in county chancery court,” David said.
“Marcus realized you were missing half the picture.”
He used a small silver pocketknife to slice the seal open and pulled out a stapled document stamped with an official blue seal.
“This came from the East Tennessee Regional Neurology Clinic,” David said, sliding the top sheet across the smooth wood.