Chapter 63 Pulling Away

• 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?