I could wear it for another reason, or let it stay in a drawer.

When I opened the drawer, a second envelope caught behind the first.

June’s handwriting.

I knew she had given us keepsakes from the courthouse, but I had not opened this one since putting it with the papers.

Inside was a photograph.

June stood beside Adrian and me after the ceremony, holding the signed certificate.

Nobody in the picture looked grand.

We looked happy, a little tired, and pleased to have done something important quietly.