The marriage was quick and discreet.
But on the wedding night, something happened to the girl that left her completely distraught, and the next morning she ran away from home.
When her husband fell asleep, the girl couldn’t sleep. The house seemed strange and cold to her. She got up to walk down the hall and, without meaning to, saw a light in the study. The door was ajar.
The documents were on the desk.
She hadn’t intended to read someone else’s papers. But her gaze lingered on familiar words: the date, signature, and clinic stamp.
He approached slowly.
