My Husband Sold My Two Million Dollar Land For Five Dollars To His Girlfriend
“Where is he now?” I asked.
“He drove out ten minutes before you got back,” Elena said, pointing toward the main road. “He didn’t take the highway.”
I walked past her, up the wooden steps of the porch, and straight into the ranch office. The quiet of the house was different now, hollow and wrong.
The drawer of the oak filing cabinet was hanging open, completely empty of the blue ledger and the tax folders. My desk was bare, the dust showing the clean, square outline where my computer monitor had rested for the last five years.
Only one thing remained on the dark wood.
A silver Mercedes key fob lay right in the center of the desk, catching the small bit of light from the window.
The empty space where my computer had been sat like an open grave.
I pulled open the bottom drawer of the small filing cabinet beside the kitchen pantry, where I kept our household receipts and the utility statements.
Elena stood by the screen door, her wooden clipboard held tight against her chest.
