“He stared at that arch and told me, ‘Tomorrow, I’m standing on the other side of the desk.’”

Suddenly, I remembered Larry’s shaking hands on our wedding day.

I had blamed the illness.

Maybe I had been watching something else entirely.

Margaret opened the binder.

“Look.”

Inside was an old marriage record.

Two names I didn’t recognize appeared at the top.

Near the bottom was a familiar signature.

Larry.

Next to his name was one word.

Witness.

Margaret turned the page.

Another couple.

Larry.

Witness.

Another page.

Different couple.

Different year.

Same signature.

Again.

Larry.

Witness.

I looked at Margaret.

“What is this?”