“Perfect,” I replied without looking up.
He was surprised by my tone. There were no tears. There were no complaints.
That baffled him more than any discussion.
During the day I made three calls.
The first, a lawyer I hadn’t seen for years.
The second, to the accountant who kept our company.
The third, to the bank.
I didn’t talk about divorce.
I spoke of asset review.
Because dividing everything meant opening everything.
And opening everything meant exposing things that he preferred to keep closed.
That night I waited for him in the dining room.
Not with dinner.
With the blue folder on the table.
He came in, put down the keys and looked at me.
“What’s that?”
“Our division,” I replied calmly.
He sat across from me, with a confident smile.
“Good. I like that we are adults.
I opened the folder and swiped the first document.
—Tenth clause of the corporate agreement, signed eight years ago when you registered the company.
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