“My mother is an old woman!

Bristol has nowhere to go!

Come home right now, apologize, and unfreeze my cards!” “Check your email, Trevor,” I replied.

“You’ve been served with an emergency eviction notice and a divorce petition.

You have until eight tomorrow morning to surrender the keys, or private enforcement officers will do it for you.” I hung up before he could answer, and I turned off my phone, and for the first time in three years, I sat in a silence that no one could interrupt with a demand.

I stayed in that silence for a long time, in the back of the car, watching the city slide past the window.