out.
I didn’t slam the door.
I didn’t scream.
I didn’t tell them what I was going to do.
I simply left.
And that was the part they would later regret most.
Because while they thought I was walking away empty-handed…
I was walking away with everything that actually belonged to me.
THE MORNING AFTER
At 7:30 the next morning, I called my attorney.
“Good morning,” I said.
“I assume something happened.”
“You could say that.”
I explained everything.
There was a long silence.
Then he asked, “Are you
