That night, Derek called me eleven times.
I didn’t answer.
She carried a folder containing copies of the credit card statements, but she didn’t try to show me every charge.
The following afternoon, Linda met Denise and me at Denise’s office.
She carried a folder containing copies of the credit card statements, but she didn’t try to show me every charge.
Instead, she sat down and looked directly at me.
“Derek told me the house should have been his,” she said.
“You knew I owned it before we got married.”
“I did. And I kept telling him he deserved it anyway.”
“But you and the children weren’t taking his house away from him. It was yours.”
She rubbed her hands together.
“I convinced myself you were selfish for keeping it. I told him that, too.”
I waited.
“But you and the children weren’t taking his house away from him. It was yours.”
