A solitaire diamond stared back at me. It was massive. Two or three times the size of Ethan’s. It was a statement, but it was generic, boring, and cold. It meant nothing to Dex. I could tell right away. “You pick this out?” I asked, trying to keep emotion from my voice. “Of course not. My assistant had it sent over earlier this morning. It’ll work for six months, right?” He stood to get out of bed and kept his back to me as he grabbed his watch off the nightstand.
