I flipped through the green hanging folders until I came to the one with our daughter’s name on it.

I took out Hannah’s birth certificate.

The heavy blue paper had an official state seal pressed into the bottom corner.

Claire needed the original for the courthouse filing in the morning.

But I needed more than the birth certificate.

Claire had told me to bring our latest joint bank statements and our marriage license.

I dug further into the metal drawer, past old tax returns and appliance warranties.

I found the thick envelope holding our marriage license from 1999.