She Wore Her Sister's Ring

For five years, I wore a ring without ever standing before the Commission. My husband, Celia, always said a ceremony didn't matter — that our bond was enough. I believed him… right up until our so-called anniversary.

On my way home from the market, I passed the courthouse on neutral ground — and my world stopped. There they were. Celia. And Vera. My sister, who had vanished five years ago.

"Are you sure we can get this certificate?" Vera whispered. "What about my sister, Seraphina? You're still legally tied to her."