I married my high school sweetheart – but on our first anniversary, I overheard a phone call that left me gasping.

with coffee warming my hands. The deed was back in my name. The trust was untouched. The annulment was final.

Megan pulled up and climbed the steps with two pastries in a paper bag.

“How are you, really?” she asked.

“Tired and sad,” I said. “But good.”

She squeezed my hand, and we rocked together in the quiet.

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