The Day My Ex-Fiancé Humiliated Me at the Grocery Store, a Stranger Brought Me the Other Half of My Father’s Compass

He had heard I was no longer at home.

“Where are you?” he asked.

“Somewhere safe.

I’m not giving you the address.”

“I understand.

Joan has asked me to come in tomorrow to talk about the payments.

I’m bringing my company’s bank statements.”

“Even if they incriminate you?”