THE IMMEDIATE CLAIM TWO
The afternoon sun was bright, reflecting off the glass facade of the courthouse as they stepped out onto the concrete steps. The air felt different-thinner, charged with the finality of what they had just done. Rose looked down at the cream-colored parchment in her hand. It felt heavier than paper should, a weight that symbolized a total pivot in her reality. She was officially Mrs. Alexander Smith. Alexander at the bottom of the stairs. He didn't look like a man who had just signed a contract; he looked like a man who had just won a war he'd been fighting in secret for years. He turned to face her, his suit jacket catching the breeze, his eyes dark and unreadable as they swept over her face. "It's done," Rose said, her voice sounding small against the hum of the city traffic. "We'r
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