I Saw Three Luxury Cars And Realized My Wife Was Hiding Something

sat back down on the aluminum bench, reaching into my large leather purse for my sunglasses. My fingers brushed against a thick stack of white envelopes bound by a rubber band at the bottom of my bag.

They were all stamped with the seal of the state penitentiary.

Dozens of them. The one from five years ago, and every single one that had arrived since.continue reading …