He shoved the remains of the tag beneath his shirt and withdrew his hand from the counter. Revealing a diamond ring. The diamond ring. Oh God. I couldn’t breathe. There wasn’t enough air in the world to fill my lungs, to oxygenate the blood that my heart refused to pump. “I’m the one who carried you with me every goddamned day.”
Dang. Now I'm REALLY dying to know what happened in New York.
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