“It’s over,” he adds for good measure, really twisting the pastry knife. “B-b-but… the ring,” I stutter, my vision blurring at the edges as hot tears prick the corners of my eyes. Now, it’s Adam’s turn to look confused. “What ring?” “I found it in your drawer,” I mumble, blinking up at a shiny decorative Christmas bauble suspended above me. “Oh. That’s not for you.”
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