for the right room.
Instead I said, “You signed everything.”
He put his hand flat on the door.
“I was deceived.”
I looked at that hand. Same hand that had held mine in emergency rooms. Signed anniversary cards. Pointed at vacation homes we’d never buy. Signed fake invoices.
“Weren’t you just.”
He actually had the nerve to laugh.
A broken sound. Mean.
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