“That is a possibility. Because for the life of me, I don’t remember getting married.”
His statement sliced through her, unearthing scars she never wanted to revisit. Candice stepped backward.
Jackson withdrew a document from inside his coat pocket. He unfolded the certificate and waved it in the air. “Recognize this?”
Candice snatched away the paper. A weight pressed heavily on her chest, stalling a breath. Scanning the words, she held onto the counter for support.
A loud timer buzzed from the kitchen, startling both Candice and Jackson.
Candice raced toward the kitchen. “Fudge.”
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