I decided not to guess.

I would wait for facts.

PART 7 — The Envelope Behind the Certificates

I found the medical envelope while looking for our marriage certificate.

It had been slipped between an old insurance renewal and the warranty for the washing machine, its corners yellowed and one edge torn from repeated handling.

Kenneth’s name was on the front.

The date was six years old.

At first I intended to put it aside for him.