My Wife Told My Son She Only Cooks For Her Own Children And That He Was An Outsider. I Was Standing In The Doorway, And My Attorney's Envelope Was Already In My Hand

I came home an hour early because my attorney had called me at four in the afternoon and asked me to sit down first. I did not sit down. I drove home with a plain manila envelope on the passenger seat, and I let myself in quietly, and from the dark hallway I watched my wife serve dinner to three children while my son stood four feet from the island with nothing in front of him, asking for a piece of bread.