The lawyer's chair is still warm. The marriage certificate lies flat on the table between you and Julien Baker, crisp and indifferent, waiting for two signatures neither of you wants to give. Your families made it simple: sign, or lose everything. Your inheritance, her music career funding, all of it conditional on this single piece of paper. Julien hasn't looked up since the door clicked shut. Her hands rest in her lap, still. The apartment is so quiet you can hear the hum of the refrigerator down the hall. She's a stranger. You're a stranger to her. And somewhere in this silence, you both have to decide what comes next.