but never had an anniversary to remember.”
A laugh escaped me.
Then another question occurred to me.
“Was Larry ever married before?”
Margaret slowly closed the binder.
She didn’t answer.
“Margaret?”
“Once.”
My stomach tightened.
“To whom?”
She looked directly at me.
“You.”
I sat down.
For twenty-eight years, Larry had watched strangers walk into that building as separate people and walk out legally connected.
Whenever someone had no friend or family member beside them, Larry stepped forward.
His name appeared again and again in those records.
But always beside
