The sunlight in spring wasn't particularly glaring. Avery Jane looked out the window; she seemed truly exhausted these past few days. But how was she supposed to sort out some things? These questions weighed on her like a massive stone. She didn't want to avoid it; at the very least, she should know if she really was married.
She walked to the cabinet, opened the drawer, and inside lay her marriage certificate with Joshua Hughes. She gently brushed her fingers over it. What did this mean? If Nora Thompson hadn't lied, then this marriage certificate was probably not genuine. Nowadays, everything could be counterfeit, and making a fake marriage certificate wasn't difficult, especially for someone like Joshua Hughes.
She picked up the phone and dialed a number: "Beckett Wright, it's Avery Jane......"
