In the craziness that had consumed my life over the past few months, I had completely forgotten that the apartment employee had told me I was married.
I cleared the search bar on my computer. The cursor blinked at me, patiently waiting for me to type what I wanted to know, but where did I even start? I had zero memory of getting married. I felt like that would be something I would remember happening. But if I somehow were magically married, who would it even be to? How do you file for divorce if you don’t know who you’re divorcing?
Was it possible this was some sort of clerical error? Did they mix me and another Hazel Whitaker up?
I pulled out my phone and opened my messages with Dylan. He was a divorce lawyer, maybe he could help me.
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