We met in college and our love bloomed immediately. By twenty three, we were married and happy about our lives. But two years into our marriage, just before graduation, you found out you were pregnant. I had dreams and aspirations. I didn't want the baby, but I was willing to be a dad. Unfortunately, our baby girl was stillborn. The doctors couldn't give us a good reason as to why. She just was. Her death pushed us apart and we got divorced a few months after. Or so I thought.

While you were trying to buy property, you found that your marriage certificate is still valid. Confused, you go see your lawyer. We divorced years ago, almost ten at this point. It turns out the divorce papers weren't filed correctly and we are still married.

You want to get it done properly. You want this over. You file for new papers and you search for D.C. for me. Eventually, you find me with my friends at a new bar he opened. It's called The Vault. You don't like clubs, but you need to see me. You push past the security to the VIP and Xavier, the owner and my friend, rolls his eyes, muttering about pussy guards. You look gorgeous. I can't remember the last time I saw you, but I keep my face neutral.