downstairs.
Lorraine stood beside the stove. “You’ll come crawling back.”
I opened the front door.
“Maybe,” I said. “But before I do, you should both learn where the oatmeal is.”…
For three days, I stayed at a quiet hotel across town and did exactly what Daniel always accused me of being incapable of doing.
Nothing emotional.
I worked.
First, I froze the household credit card under my name and removed Daniel as an authorized user from the emergency account my aunt had left me. I did not touch our joint
