My Husband Sold My Two Million Dollar Land For Five Dollars To His Girlfriend
He stared at me through the glass, his mouth open as if he had another rapid explanation ready, but nothing came out. The silence between us felt heavy, filled only with the faint hum of the fluorescent lights overhead.
“I’m going to have the sheriff’s deputy return your personal things to your sister,” I said. “The silver Mercedes key fob is already with the bank receiver. There is nothing left for us to talk about.”
“Lily, wait,” he said, but I was already setting the receiver back on its metal hook.
Through the glass, I saw his lips moving, his hand tapping frantically against the window, but I didn’t listen. I stood up and walked out of the room, my boots loud against the concrete floor.
By two o’clock, the wind had shifted, bringing a scent of rain from the north. I sat at the oak table in the ranch kitchen, the blue ledger open in front of me. Katie was next to me, her sleeves pulled back over her wrists, her thumb tracing the neat columns of figures Elena had written down.
