seat just as I reached the edge of the table.
The look on his face moved through three quick stages. Surprise first, then a flash of calculation, then that familiar charming recovery he had practiced for years. It almost made me smile.
Almost. But I said nothing.
Instead, I reached for my left hand and slowly slipped off the engagement ring he had given me a year earlier. I let the silence stretch as I held it for a moment between my fingers.
Then I placed it on the white
