Brandon Poured Cold Beer Over Sarah Before He Learned About Her Athletic Past

The seal on the flap was old and cracked.

Inside were my original license, my retirement forms, and a page with a gold seal pressed into the corner.

“Certified copies take two days,” she said.

“The state will accept them.”

I had three days.

Alma wrote a number on a sticky note.

“Call this clerk at eight tomorrow.

Tell her I said rush.”