He Asked for a Divorce at Dinner

her and Uncle Thomas. About you.”

I didn’t speak.

He said, “I emailed screenshots to myself. And to you. I think. I used the address you always used for school forms. The Gmail one with your name and 1979.”

My phone buzzed in my hand before he finished the sentence.

One email.

Then another.

Six attachments.

I slid down onto the bottom stair and opened the continue reading …