He hadn’t texted my phone back, and he hadn’t called.

Instead he’d forwarded an automated notice straight from his auto insurance agent in Sioux Falls.

At the top of the forwarded email, Rory had typed one sentence: *Since you think I’m made of money, you can pay for her car.*

Under his sentence was the official cancellation attachment from American Family Insurance, showing that Sadie had been dropped from his policy effective at midnight.

Ben came around the tall filing cabinet to drop three paper charts into the plastic bin on my desk.