My Husband Said a Foster Child Would Leave With Nothing—Then a DNA Match Brought a Man With a Silver Cane to Our Divorce Hearing
His cane leaned against the chair, looking less like an announcement than a tool he needed.
“Tell me what you want to know first,” he said.
“I don’t know where to begin.”
“Then we don’t have to begin tonight.”
I looked at his hand, the one he had offered without reaching across my body to take anything.
“Were you really looking?”
“Yes.”
“All that time?”