My Boyfriend Dumped Me for Going Back to the Holler — A Week Later, Every Channel Cut to Me in Command

It rained all morning. Garrett finds me coming down the courthouse steps with the offer envelope still in my hand.

The parking lot is half puddle. He glances at the muddy splash on my pant leg the way he'd look at something he just stepped in.

"Wren, let's call it."

The envelope is heavy. The county seal is embossed deep into the cardstock — clean ridges, fresh ink.

The seal is bright.