“Probably nothing.” He got in, rolled down the window. “I’ll call you in a few days.”He drove away. Ray stood in the driveway and told himself Marcus was an accountant — he saw problems in everything. Occupational hazard. He almost convinced himself. Four days later Diane called. Ray was at the store when his phone buzzed.
He stepped into the back office and picked up, expecting something ordinary — a thank you maybe, or a question about something from the wedding. Instead her voice came through flat and clipped, stripped of everything. “I’m filing for divorce.” Ray sat down slowly. “What happened?” “It just isn’t working.” “Diane, you’ve been married four days.”