The Night I Became a Colonel, My Mother-in-Law Cut My Hair While I Slept—By Morning, I Was Done Obeying Them

“He paid for some.”

“Then we document them.”

“I don’t want to cheat him.”

Dana smiled slightly.

“That is not usually the first sentence I hear in a divorce meeting.”

“I want what’s mine.”

“Good.”

“I don’t need what’s his.”