The Note Nobody Read
I looked at the wall for a while.
Then I emailed the forensic accountant and told her that whatever she was working on, this was now the priority, and that I would pay for the weekend.
Part Two: What I Built
There is a version of this that people prefer, in which I was the wronged wife who found her strength, and I would like to be clear that it is not accurate.
I was not weak and then strong.