Melinda was trying to figure herself out. She led the way out this time, holding the copy of the certificate that the registrar had given her. She rolled it up as they started walking and stuck it in her pocket, then hastily rewound her scarf, aware of the stares she was beginning to attract. Discreetly, she checked that the charm on her arm, to hide the scar from her Mark, was holding. Thankfully it was.
Melinda felt at her pocket, where she'd dropped her engagement ring. A silver wedding band sat in its place and she'd have to find something to do with the engagement ring. She was Melinda Harper now. It seemed odd that it could be that easy.