My Husband Gave My Airplane Seat to His Secretary, Then Thirteen Original Patent Files Stopped Him Cold

The autumn sun was gone.

The room was dark except for a single lamp on the nightstand.

The yellow light cast long shadows against the patterned wallpaper.

I sat on the edge of the bed.

I did not turn on the overhead light.

I opened my briefcase and took out the blue patent folders.

I set them on the quilt beside me.

Thirteen folders.