Irving could not believe what he was hearing. He’d been angry about that evening for so long that the rage had become a part of him. He could feel it sometimes, just below his skin, like a stinger from a bee that would not be drawn out. The poison had become a permanent reminder of the punishing twists and turns life could take. “I told you I was going to propose to Augusta. I told you I had the ring in my pocket. And then, before I had the chance to ask her, you led Evie out onto the dance floor and got down on one knee yourself! The whole place went crazy—everyone cheered. I couldn’t ask
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