An hour later, he rushed home. Half the closet was empty. All my photos, my toothbrush, and my slippers were gone, and the reminder notes I'd written on the fridge door had been peeled off, too.
He called me, but my phone was off. He texted me, and the message sat there undelivered.
Then his phone rang. "Hello, Mr. Rhodes. I'm Ms. Fleming's attorney. Regarding the divorce, when would it be convenient for you to meet in person?"
He shouted, "Tell her to come talk to me herself!" Then he hung up.
The day Neil came to Glenhaven, I had just returned from the project site. My hair was a mess from the hard hat, and my shoes were covered in dust. He was wearing the custom suit from his promotion party, and a new car was parked beside him. For the past year, he'd counted every penny in front o
