~Six Years Ago~
(Rebecca's POV)
I sign the marriage certificate in a county office that hums under fluorescent tubes and a clerk who doesn’t look up.
No dress. No flowers. No family on my side because there is no family on my side.
Sean’s side has Alexander. He stands two feet from the door, hands clasped, eyes on the wall behind the clerk’s head. He witnesses and says nothing.
A lawyer I’ve never met notarizes the document, slides it back across the Formica counter, clicks his briefcase shut, and leaves without shaking my hand.
It takes 11 minutes.
The clerk stamps the certificate. Red ink. She flips it toward us and points — sign here, here, initial here — her fingernail tapping the counter three times. That’s it. She’s already pulling the next form from a drawer before I set the
