The Invoice That Didn’t Belong to Us
It was tuition for a private elementary school.
Addressed to Mike.
For a child I didn’t know.
In Portland.
And the child’s last name?
His.
My first instinct was denial.
Spam.
Scam.
Mistake.
Then I saw another email — from a woman I didn’t recognize.
Subject line:
“Dinner pics!”
Message:
“The kids loved the spaghetti. Thank you for sending the money. The kids miss you.”
I clicked her name.
A thread opened.
Dozens of emails.
Photos.
Birthdays.
Beach trips.
Family dinners.
And there he was — my husband — in the background of their life like he belonged there.
Because he did.
He had built a whole family while I was paying for it.
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