to take the box and carefully snap open its lid. Inside was a ring nestled on a black pillow, its delicate band silvery black, with an emerald held between tiny demiurgus claws. “Greid…” I swallowed hard, a lump forming in my throat. “It’s beautiful.” “I told you I’d make you a ring.” He was fidgeting anxiously, long fingers picking at the front of his ugly Christmas sweater. “The first day you moved in.”
Crying
