Rummaging Through Memories
Once back home, I tore into old drawers and stacks of forgotten files, each one thick with dust and history. The search felt less like organizing and more like digging through fragments of a life lived—memories good and painful colliding in every folder. I had no idea how much we had accumulated until that moment. Yet the one thing I needed most—the prenup—remained hidden. I was certain, though, that somewhere within the clutter it waited, ready to resurface when it mattered most.

Rummaging Through Memories
