The day of their divorce was cloudy.
Silas arrived early and sat waiting in a chair in the lobby of the Civil Affairs Bureau.
He wore a cream-colored sweater and black pants, his hair falling loosely over his forehead. Clean-faced, no deliberate styling. He looked completely calm.
Audrey was ten minutes late.
She hurried in wearing plain clothes with a black jacket over top. She looked rough, with tired shadows under her eyes.
When she saw him, her footsteps paused for a moment. Then she walked over and sat down next to him.
"Sorry, something came up at the office. I'm late," she said in a low voice.
Silas shook his head. "It's okay."
They didn’t say anything else, just waited quietly for their turn.
People came and went through the lobby. The ones here to get married glowed with
