For the rest of that afternoon, Rhett made himself scarce. Guilt, most likely. He didn't come near me until evening, when he pushed open my bedroom door."Nora, the car from Level Three is almost here. Have you packed?"I was bent over my suitcase, transferring stacks of files and documents into it. He didn't notice what I was doing, but what he did notice was the ring sitting in the trash can.He picked it up and asked, "What is this supposed to mean?"I glanced at it without moving from where I stood. It was a plain band, no stone, nothing special.When we got married, Rhett had just moved into the Vale residence with nothing to his name, and I hadn't wanted to make it harder on him. So I asked for something simple.In the years that followed, he never once gave me anything on any occasion that might have called for it. I told myself he just wasn't that kind of person.Then yesterday, I found Anna's social media profiles from before the apocalypse. Rhett had sent her something
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