Chapter 10

The following Monday, I met Mr. Davis in his twelfth-floor office. He placed the separation papers between us before I had taken off my coat. I sat in a comfortable leather chair. My lawyer, Mr. Davis, sat across from me. He handed me a thick stack of papers. "This is the official separation agreement," Mr. Davis said calmly. "I have drafted it exactly to your specifications." I took the pen from his desk. I looked at the first page. I wanted a clean, fair division, not revenge. "Let's...