I storm over to the dresser, snatch up the million-dollar check and wave it around. “What the fuck is this? I’ll tell you what it is; it’s a coward’s way out. You thought I’d take the money and run, and then you wouldn’t have to break it off with me. Newsflash—” I toss the check at his feet. “I’m still here!” We both stare at the crumpled piece of paper on my carpet. I sweep it up and put it back on my dresser. I’m manic with anger, but I’m not stupid.
