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

storage facility was near Oak Lawn. The manager, an older man named Mr. Reyes, remembered David immediately.

“Polite fellow. Always paid cash until he couldn’t.”

“Do you still have his unit?”

He hesitated.

“It was closed out years ago.”

My hope sank.

“Do you know what happened to the contents?”

“Most went to auction.” He studied my face. “But Mr. Parker left continue reading …