I watched Marcus cross the stage and thought, There he is. There is the man I built my life around.
Afterward, I found him near the edge of the lawn, still in his gown, his family standing a few feet behind him.
His mother wouldn’t meet my eyes.
Not even when I smiled at her.
That should have warned me.
Marcus stepped toward me and handed me a large envelope.
I laughed through my tears.
“What is this?”
He didn’t answer.
I opened it.
Divorce papers.
For a second, the words made no sense. I kept looking at them, waiting for them to rearrange into something human.
“Marcus?”
His face had gone completely blank.
Not angry.
Not proud.
Just empty.
Like he had already decided to remove himself from the moment before I even opened the envelope.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
