Paper-clipped to it was a printed email confirmation from a wedding officiant in Oak Park: “Confirmed: Vow renewal ceremony, Saturday, April 26th, Rosemont Grand Ballroom, 8:00 p.m. Please bring the signed and issued marriage license to the ceremony so it can be properly certified and filed.”
April 26th was the night of our anniversary party.
I sat down on the floor of the office.
A vow renewal doesn’t need a marriage license. Couples who are already married just say their vows again. You only need a new license if you aren’t legally married.
Nate knew he’d divorced me. He was planning to marry me again, in front of a hundred and forty guests, with a real license and a real officiant who’d file it with the county.
And there was only one reason he’d suddenly want to be legally married to me again.
I took out my phone and called Patricia Wong, Uncle Martin’s estate attorney.
“Patricia, I need to ask you something. When you first notified me about my uncle’s estate, how did you contact me?”
