The Group Chat Read: “Family Trip to Celebrate the Mistress’s Pregnancy.” My Name Wasn’t There. I Wasn’t Invited. So I Opened the Filing Cabinet, and By the Time They Got Home, I Had Quietly Erased Them From Every Legal Record I Owned.
She had never believed that holding what was hers made her less of a person. She had understood that knowing what you own and what you owe are different questions requiring different answers, and that confusing the two is a kindness to nobody.
