PART 2 – My Ex-Husband Was Living on the Streets

of his study, holding a glass of iced tea. He looked exactly as he always did, silver hair neat, shirtsleeves rolled evenly, confidence resting on him like a tailored jacket.

“What is this about?”

“David,” I said.

His face did not change.

That frightened me more than anger would have.

“I saw him.”

“So Elaine said.”

“He told me he destroyed his own life to continue reading …