He Wanted to Erase Our Marriage at Dinner

and how this could be handled “discreetly.” That word. He loved that word when the mess was mine.

Discreetly.

As if humiliation became classy if it happened on good china.

I looked at the folder again, then at him.

“You had my medical records taken out at dinner.”

“Claire, please don’t make this uglier.”

I smiled then. Small. Mean.

“Don’t worry. I’m about continue reading …