While he sat in the living room, absorbed in replying to Lyra’s messages, I lay in bed, scrolling through wedding photos with Spencer.
A door had firmly closed between us. Later that night, Theron hurriedly left, the space between us growing ever wider.
By the time the morning arrived for us to collect our marriage certificate, he was still nowhere to be found.
No explanation, no message.
I checked Lyra’s social media and found a post from her late at night, showing her hooked up to an IV in the hospital.
[How did I catch the flu as soon as I got back? Luckily, you were there for me.]
I tried calling Theron, but his phone was off. He had, indeed, blocked me.
Once Lyra was back, Theron stopped bothering with excuses for me. I breathed deeply and texted Spencer, [How about picking up our marriage certificate? We’re just one short.]
He replied instantly, [On my way!]
An hour later, I held the marriage certificate, torn between hesitation and uncertainty.
Out of the blue, a message from the elusive Theron popped up. [Something came up at work. Let’s postpone getting the certificate for a few days.]
He quickly added, [Don’t read too much into it—just work.]