They Thought I Had Nothing to Fight With. Then the Maid Wasn’t the Only One Who Walked In With an Envelope

“And what do you do about her?” Renata asked.

“Divorce her.

Give her something reasonable to make it quiet.

Done.”

“And the baby?”

He didn’t pause.

That was the part I kept, afterward, the detail I took out and looked at in the dark for weeks.

He didn’t pause for even a breath.