He Told Her My House Was Already Hers

to run into the street sobbing. I wanted keys. Codes. Copies.

I wanted facts.

The Safe In His Office

Ethan’s office sat off the library on the west side of the house. Mahogany shelves. Leather chairs. Diplomas framed in heavy black wood. A room built to impress old men with money.

He loved that room.

Said it made him think better.

What it mostly did was continue reading …