"I'm gonna go wait in the cab," she said. She just couldn't wait in line to see someone bring down a stamp on her marriage. It seemed so counter to what she'd wanted for a year and a half. How drunk could she have been, really? She'd tossed back vodka with the Belorussians like it was nothing and then run through nine miles of forest to escape recapture at one point. This couldn't have been anything like that. Obviously, she'd wanted to be married to Clay.

This was ridiculous.

Without waiting for an answer, she turned and exited the building. Standing in the sunshine, she resisted the urge to give in to tears. Instead, she got into the cab and sighed.