When I learned that David’s niece might be taken from the family, I was angry. It just didn’t seem right, and if the solution was to have my name on marriage certificate, so be it. It wouldn’t mean anything but it would solve the problem quite nicely. Six months and that’s that. For six months we’ll pretend there’s something between us even though there isn’t. Isn’t anything between us, I mean. Of course, there’s not. There’s nothing between us at all. Not a thing. There can’t be. It’s just fake, right? I’m just getting confused and I need to keep my head on straight. Unless maybe he feels the same way…