My eyes immediately go to the bottom where it’s been signed: Salem Meridian—Wren’s middle and maiden name. A possessive urge tears through me. It’s the same spike of emotion that had me embarrassing us both at one of our town meetings last summer, when someone referred to her by her maiden name and I couldn’t stop myself from reminding them (and by extension the whole town) that she’s still a Byrd. We’ve been divorced for over four years, but her last name is still Byrd, so … she is still a Byrd.
