Moving On
My marriage certificate had also fallen to the floor, along with another footprint on our photograph.
I tried wiping away the shoe print, but the certificate became even dirtier.
It seemed to tell me that Jason's love and my marriage to him would never be as pure as it was at the beginning.
I called Jason.
His dial tone was a rendition of 'Wedding March', which played up to the second bar before being cut off.
Stunned, I called again, and was hung up again.
By the third time, the call could not even get through. My number had been blocked.
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