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

Cynthia stood up so quickly her chair scraped hard against the floor.

“This is character assassination.”

“No,” Len said. “It’s correspondence.”

David put his letter down.

He still wasn’t looking at me.

“What else?” he asked Len, almost like he was afraid to hear it and couldn’t stop anyway.

Len opened one final folder.

There was a separate trust. Smaller,continue reading …