I Took Back Everything They Called “Ours”

Madison stared at me like I was a disease.

Then she said the one thing I hadn’t expected.

“Fine. Keep it. That’s not why I’m here.”

The thing in her purse

She reached into her purse and pulled out an envelope.

Legal size. Folded once. My father’s name written on the front in block letters that were not his.

“What’s that.”

She held it but didn’t give it to continue reading …