I Brought One Envelope to My Ex-Husband’s Wedding

the papers. “Grant?”

He jerked them away too late.

She got a look at the clinic letterhead.

At the date.

At the words permanent vasectomy.

Her mouth opened.

Closed.

Opened again.

Celeste’s face went white. Not pale. White-white. Blank drywall white.

“What is that?” she asked him.

Still nothing.

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