My married name, taken off me in a single breath and replaced with my maiden one, by a stranger reading a screen.

“There has been a change to your marital status,” he continued, in the flat cadence of a man reciting a script he did not care about.

“Your divorce was finalized early this morning.”

I stared at him, certain the medication was inventing him.

“That isn’t possible,” I whispered.

“I was unconscious.

I’ve been unconscious for three days.”

“Yes,” he said, tapping the glass.