The loans were voided. My credit would take time to repair, but the immediate threat was gone. Marla was arrested.
The day after the marriage was officially dissolved, Clara and I stood in front of the clerk at city hall again. “We’d like to get married,” I said. “Congratulations,” he said.
“Names?”
Clara squeezed my hand. I squeezed back. This time, everything went exactly as it should have from the start.
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