Chapter 5

"# Chapter 5: The Marriage Certificate

My lawyer, Miriam Kessler, had the look of a woman who had just swallowed a live frog. She sat across from me in her Lexington office, which smelled of old paper and newer money, and she pushed a single sheet of cream-colored stationery across the mahogany desk. The Ashford family crest was embossed at the top, gold ink catching the afternoon light.