“I don’t want anything of his.

I don’t want his condo, or his family’s money, or a settlement to punish him.

I want back every single dollar that came out of my salary and went into their lives.

Not a penny more than what is mine.

And not,” I said, “a penny less.”

David nodded slowly, and I saw something like respect settle over his face, because he had expected, I think, a wounded woman wanting to bleed her husband, and what he had gotten instead was an analyst who had already closed the books and wanted only for them to be balanced.