I married a man 30 years older for his fortune — but after his funeral, his lawyer handed me a box and said, “He made sure you got exactly what you deserved.”

never sealed right. I sat on the bed counting tips into small piles on the comforter: rent, electric, groceries.

The grocery pile was always too thin. My feet throbbed inside socks I had worn for twelve hours, and I was thirty-two years old, still living month to month, still holding my breath underwater.

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