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

Richard’s children were still talking in low voices.

Then footsteps stopped behind me.

“Well,” Cynthia said, her voice crisp enough to cut through the silence, “that’s over.”

I turned around. She stood there with her arms folded across her black dress, already looking past me instead of at me. David, my stepson, lingered a few feet behind her with his continue reading …