Seventy-Three Thousand Dollars in Phony Medical Bills, Paid for a Pregnant Replacement

Down below, a radio was playing a song I remembered from high school.

I could hear it coming up through the vent.

I put the separation paper face up on his desk, with the property settlement section still empty.

The manila folder went next to it.

He read the page through twice.

His pen clicked once.

“He wants the Mercedes and thirty-five hundred a month,” I said.

“And you went ahead and signed the separation declaration.”