“If you want the ring, I’ll pull it out.” He speaks to my back. I shake my head hard enough to rattle my already-scattered brain. “No.” Tears pool near the bottoms of my eyes, about one second away from falling. You better not cry in front of Julian, so pull yourself together and get the hell out of here. “Come find me when it’s finished.” I fight the impulse to curl into myself as I accept that part of my life is over.
