Marriage Application: A Fateful Revelation

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ll counter called out th

her impatience obvious. "

heavy in my hand. The paper was crisp, the in

er voice a little softer now, try

. I just walked

up. Her stamp hovered over the paper. "Mark Pe

r hair in the reflection of t

oward the counter.

the application are Mark Peterson and Kevin Peter

. Her eyes scanned the lines of text, her perfe

n here?" Her voice was a sharp whisper. "Where's

time in what felt like a lifetime. The woman I had

life, I a

white hospital bed. The scent of antiseptic was all I could smell. Chloe

e filled with tea

d you don't have much time. Please, just sign the divorce

looked down at me with pity. "Bro, Chloe a

living in my house, all while carrying on their "true love" story. And in m

twenty-two again. Young, healthy, with a whole li

application," I sai

nded. "We're supposed to get m

all. Kevin was supposed to be here. I had told him t

" I said. "I just

t was a fresh marriage application. I had brought two,

can fill this one out. I'm su

on and anger warred on her face. "Mark, this isn't

is," I said. "And I k

t want to see her face anymore.

is just worried about you! He hurt his hand trying to

ape or a sniffle, it was a major crisis. Chloe would hover over him, coddling him, while I was expec

ing to breathe. I asked Chloe for a glass of water, and she told me to get

I realized how li

terness of thirty years of betrayal, solidified into a

was bright, the air was warm. I took a deep breath, and fo

f chains breaking. T

I would f