“Tell Ray,” I said, my voice shockingly calm as I walked back toward the front door, “that he doesn’t need to worry about dividing the assets anymore. My lawyer will make it incredibly easy for him.” I walked off that cigarette-scented porch, got into my car, and drove away.

I didn’t turn south toward Costco. I just kept driving, finally awake after forty years of sleeping through my own life.

End of story — Part 4 of 4
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