I Let Them Throw Me Out Before They Learned What Richard Left Me

a cup of coffee I hadn’t touched.

“Evelyn,” she said. “We were worried.”

No, they weren’t.

David sat down without meeting my eyes.

Marcus did meet them. “Are you okay?” he asked.

That nearly did me in more than anything else.

“Yes,” I said. “Thank you.”

Cynthia jumped in before anyone else could speak.

“We should start,” she said. “There’s a lot to handle continue reading …