So, Whose Ring Is It?
He paused for a moment, a strange flicker crossing his eyes.
"You've been with me for a long time. Do you really not understand me yet? Why else would I take a ring to the Lowe residence? Obviously, it's for the woman I love."
He smiled, pulled me in, and settled me on his lap like it was the most natural thing in the world.
But something was missing. He said he wanted to marry the woman he loved, but never said it was me.
I dug my nails into my palm, forced a smile, and asked, "So who exactly is that?"