And a thick envelope.

Across the front of the envelope, in the neat hand of a woman who has spent her career writing findings, I wrote three words.

You chose wrong.

He would assume, when he saw it, that it contained divorce papers.

And it did.

But divorce papers were the very least of what was inside.

Chapter 8 — The Envelope

I would have given a great deal to see his face when he opened it.