CHASING THE WIFE HE FORCED TO DIVORCE
We looked at each other across the small terrible room and the letter sat between us like a grenade neither of us knew how to put down, then my phone vibrated again on the table, both of us turned, unknown number, one attachment, I opened it slowly and the image loaded in pieces, top to bottom, the way terrible things always seemed to arrive.
Daniel sat in a chair, his hands weren't tied, he wasn't blindfolded, he wasn't afraid, he looked straight into the camera like he knew exactly who would be watching.
Then he smiled.
Across the bottom in red were four words.
*He chose us first.*