With those words, he floored the gas. The car sped away, kicking up a cloud of dust. I stood frozen, utterly alone. No wallet, no phone. He had taken everything. Despair rose in my throat like an icy wave. I slumped onto the shaky wooden bench under the rusted metal roof of the shelter, tears streaming from my eyes. After fifteen years of marriage, he’d just tossed me out of the car like a piece of garbage.