The state's final offer came in October. Three point two four million dollars, plus relocation assistance, plus a timeline for the demolition. I read it through twice, then called Elaine.
"It's exactly what they promised," she said. "No surprises."
"When do I have to be out?"
"February 15. They'll wire the funds on the 1st."
I looked around the kitchen. The counter where Daniel had left his separation agreement. The drawer where I'd kept the envelope of cash. The window that looked out over the back garden, where I'd planted tulips I'd never see bloom.
"I'll be ready."
Two weeks later, Daniel showed up again. This time he didn't knock on the door. He was waiting in the driveway when I came home from the grocery store, leaning against his car with his hands in his pockets.
"I want to
