Three Suitcases Left in the Rain and Nineteen Million Dollars in Cancun
“No, Frank,” I said. “We were just finishing.”
Sable did not say another word as she brushed past him, her beige coat trailing behind her as she stepped out into the damp afternoon air and closed the door with a sharp click.
Frank watched her go through the glass panels, then turned to me and held up the blue folder. “I have the signed divorce petition from Nathan, and I have the agreement from her attorney.”
We walked into the kitchen, where the tarnished silver coffee pot sat on the counter, its dull metal reflecting the pale grey light coming through the window.
“What did she agree to?” I asked, sitting at the wooden table.
Frank set his briefcase on the counter and pulled out three separate copies of the legal document. “She has agreed to leave the state of Texas by Friday, relinquishing any claim to the River Oaks house or the personal property, if Nathan agrees not to pursue criminal prosecution.”
He looked at me over the rims of his glasses, waiting for me to make the final choice.
