“Persons unknown? Who else was living there, Claire? Did the faucets become depressed and decide to ruin my week?”
Ezoic
She almost smiled. I saw the corner of her mouth twitch.
“Save that line for me,” she said. “Not the judge.”
“Normal wear and tear? He punched three holes in the wall! At shoulder height! Normal wear and tear is a scuff on the baseboard!”
Ezoic
“I know.”
“And he doesn’t know what happened to the mirror? It was the only thing he cared about for eight months!”
“I know, Nicole.”
I sat back in the chair and pressed my hands over my face.
When I took them away, Claire was holding up another document. Her expression had changed.
Ezoic
“There’s more,” she said.
It was a motion. Filed by Brian’s lawyer two days before I’d walked into the house and heard the water.
Brian was asking the court to reduce what I would receive in the remaining settlement. The retirement accounts. The savings. The money from the second car. He wanted my share cut by almost a third.
