THE EX-WIFE MAKES A COMEBACK
Crumpled papers littered the floor, all printouts of Evelyn's last known locations, credit card statements, anything that might tell me where she'd gone.
The cleaning crew had stopped coming after I yelled at them for touching my desk. My assistant barely looked at me anymore when she brought in messages.
Not that any of them mattered. The only message I wanted wasn't coming.
I pulled up Evelyn's contact on my phone for the thousandth time. I was still blocked. I'd tried calling from other numbers—burner phones, office lines, even a worker' line. She blocked every single one.
My wife was a ghost.
No, not my wife. My ex-wife. The divorce papers sat in my desk drawer, signed and finalized. I'd