Isabelle,” she said, speaking past the man she once knew, “you look beautiful. This must be a wonderful day for you. I’m not here to accuse you. I don’t know what you’ve been told.” She held up the folder. “But this is the truth of what exists already.”

A woman near the arch pressed a hand to her mouth. A cameraman lowered his lens, unsure whether this was still a love story.

Daniel stepped forward. “We’re separated,” he said, fast, as if speed could make it true. “We—paperwork—it’s complicated.”

“Complicated is a good word,” Claire agreed. “Separation is another. It’s just not a legal one. Not yet.”