The Night He Told Me to Leave, He Forgot Whose Name Was on Everything

the actual house and everything of real value in it. Are we finally done with this nonsense?”

I picked up the document carefully, pretended to blow gently on the wet ink, then folded it with precise creases and slipped it into my jacket pocket.

“We’re done,” I said. “Thank you so much for being cooperative.”

He went back to his phone immediately, that continue reading …