Eleanor took the package in hand.
A plain paper envelope, just the right thickness for three copies of a divorce agreement.
She didn't open it at the office. Waited until she got home.
Late that night, the old row house on Willow Street sat lit from within.
Eleanor settled at her desk and pulled the contents free.
DIVORCE AGREEMENT, bold across the top.
She flipped through page by page.
Her memory held up well enough she remembered the last version clearly. This one matched it almost exactly, at least at the start.
Which meant, despite the long delay, Julian hadn't buried anything new in the fine print this time.
Then she reached the part that had actually changed.
As expected, something was different.
Not in the direction she'd expected, though.
He'd kept the ten-percent stake
