Chapter 3

"There's no marriage record on file for the two of you."

The registrar slid my ID back across the counter. I stared at the computer and repeated our names. "Please check again. I'm Eileen Bennett, and he's Daniel Walker."

"I've checked twice." She printed out a No Record of Marriage Statement. "You never applied for or received a marriage license. What you signed at the ceremony was only a keepsake certificate, so you were never legally married."

I took the statement and pressed my fingertip against the date in the lower-right corner.

The photos from that wedding five years ago were still on my phone. Daniel stood beneath the arch, holding my hand, and promised every guest, "From today, Eileen is the family I choose."

Nearly everyone there that day was a friend or relative of Daniel's. Helen held my hand and said that once the official paperwork was finalized, she would keep it safe for us. She even promised me a key to the house. Daniel later told me the civil process was complete and that his mother was temporarily holding the official documents.

I never asked again.

The registrar cautioned me. "A wedding video, rings, and living together do not replace a marriage license. New Jersey does not recognize common-law marriage."

"I understand."

After leaving the vital-records office, I called Daniel. He picked up quickly. "Are you home?"

"I checked the marriage records."

Silence on the other end for a few seconds. "We'll talk about this when I get back."

"We were never married."

"Eileen, don't start saying that in public."

"You've known all along that we never applied for a marriage license, haven't you?"

"I didn't mean to lie to you."

"When did you find out?"

Daniel still wouldn't answer directly. He only said it was still Christmas, told me not to make a big deal out of it, and hung up.

I didn't call back. I went straight to the property management office at my apartment building.

Rosa Martinez, the front desk manager, greeted me with a smile when she saw me. Then her expression froze. "Ms. Bennett, are you here to pick up your things?"

"I'm going home."

"But Mr. Walker said Ms. Miller would be staying there for a while. He used the administrator privileges on the resident portal to add her as a long-term occupant and emergency contact."

Rosa pulled up the resident-portal records. The system managed only building access and contact information, not ownership, but Daniel's note was explicit: Claire was the primary member of the household, and Eileen was a relative who stayed occasionally.

I pulled out the deed. "The apartment is in my name. Daniel only has the resident-portal access I gave him five years ago. He has no authority to change my household members."

Rosa stared at it for a long time, her face falling. "I'm sorry. He always said he was acting on behalf of the owner. We never re-verified the title."

"When did he start saying that?"

"The year you moved in." Her voice grew quieter. "I assumed it was an arrangement you'd both agreed to."

The door code had been changed. I tried twice and couldn't get in. Rosa had to pull up the owner-verification records and escort me upstairs to restore my owner access.

Daniel opened the door with a bag of pet treats in his hand. "Why didn't you tell me first?"

"Do I need to notify you to enter my own home?"

He stepped aside to let me in. The living room sofa had been pushed back. A pet pen lined the wall. The coffee table held a pet boarding contract and Claire's follow-up appointment slip.

On the boarding contract, Daniel was listed as the caretaker, Claire as the emergency contact, and Daniel's name appeared again on the last page as the authorized signer.

The delivery driver arrived at the door right then, holding a bag of dog food. "Mrs. Walker, sign here, please."

Claire came out of the kitchen. "I'll get it." She signed her name, and as she turned around and saw me, the smile on her face didn't drop fast enough.

"Thank you, sweetheart," she said to Daniel.

Daniel was pouring water for Buddy. "The water's on the second shelf. Don't let him drink too much at once."

Claire asked again, "Sweetheart, what do we do if he throws up again tonight?"

"I'm right here. Don't worry."

He answered too quickly. He had clearly said this many times before.

The delivery driver looked at me. "Is this Mr. Walker's sister?"

I didn't answer. Rosa stood by the door and said quietly, "Ms. Miller is the one listed in the system as the household contact."

Claire's phone suddenly rang. She glanced at the screen and immediately handed it to Daniel. "My ex-husband is calling again. I can't answer it."

Daniel took the phone and muted it with practiced ease. "Ignore it. I'll handle it."

For five years, I had assumed people used the wrong titles because they didn't know any better. Now I understood: Daniel was the one who had never corrected them.

I clutched the No Record of Marriage Statement, creasing its edge sharply beneath my fingers.