“Don’t make this hard,” he said. “I’ve handled everything.”
That was the line I had been waiting for, though I had not known exactly how it would arrive.
“Okay,” I said, and ended the call before the smile I could not prevent became audible.
I walked back to my car, sat behind the wheel, and opened my phone. No tears, no bargaining, no attempt to call him back and reason with the unreasonable. Just one text message to my lawyer, Dana Reynolds, three words that I had been waiting for months to send with genuine basis behind them.
They took the bait. File everything now.
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