I never sent the sheriff. The foreclosure demand was real, but I did not want the house. I wanted them to spend thirty days knowing I could take it, which is a colder thing than taking it, and I am not proud of how much I enjoyed the first week.
On day nineteen, Sterling came to my office. Alone, no folder, no leverage. He had been sober for fourteen months, which I did not know, and he had come to tell me the truth about the wedding, which I had spent seven years explaining to myself the wrong way.
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