Adriana, always so disciplined, had somehow entangled herself repeatedly with a married man. Chris thought, perhaps he had been far too indulgent.Fortunately, by tomorrow's birthday banquet, his legs would be "fully healed."By tomorrow night, he and Adriana would be a proper married couple. Their life together—happy, carefree—would begin. He would accompany her on shopping trips, hike mountains with her, hold her, dance with her… In both the past and his envisioned future, Adriana would always be there. She had to be there.Yet, in Adriana's own imagining of the future, he was nowhere to be found.She was waiting—waiting for tomorrow, when she could finally deliver the birthday gifts. Once the gifts were given, the promise she had made to Grandma Rosie would be entirely fulfilled.She stared at the ring on her finger, turning it slowly. The skin beneath it was slightly paler than the surrounding flesh.Finally, she removed it. Cold and hard in texture, just like her marriage. T
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