When I Went Home
In Hollow Creek, there was an old custom: if you turned thirty and still were not married, the community chair would arrange for you to come home and meet potential matches.
When I told Marcus about it, he laughed coldly.
“What kind of backwoods tradition is that supposed to be?
“Constance, I said I would marry you, and I will. But pressuring me is something else.”
Then he took out the ring and casually handed it to Hannah.
She accepted it with a blush.
“I was going to propose,” he said. “But since you want to act like this, maybe we should cool off for a while.”
The ring I had waited years for was handed to someone else like it meant nothing.
For a moment, I just stood there, stunned.
Marcus walked out of my office with an easy confidence, the corner of his mouth lifted in a victorious smile.
Hannah held the ring out to me.
I did not take it.
“Keep it,” I said. “Wasn’t it meant for you anyway?
“You wear it. It suits you.”
Her face went pale.
I showed her to the door.
Before closing it, I said, “Tell Mr. Vale that he and I are done.”