Thirty-Six Pages of Bank Receipts and the Chicago Mortgage Transfer I Finally Canceled

I stood beside a wooden stall selling hand-painted ceramic plates, out of the way of the crowd flowing past.

I started typing a reply to Brent’s text.

I didn’t leave out a single number or date.

I typed the exact sum of nine hundred and forty-two dollars he’d spent on computer gear at the end of October.

I listed the thirty-six monthly bank transfers of three thousand dollars each that I’d sent home over the past three years, a total of one hundred eight thousand dollars.

I typed the exact date Sarah had pulled the county property records showing his name added to the quitclaim deed while I was paying the mortgage.