“Yep!” I show her my hand. She takes in the three gold wedding bands stacked on my ring finger. The boys gave them to me just a couple of months ago. They did it one at a time; Eli, on top of a ski slope with the mountains all around us; Cole, on a walk in the woods; and then Riven, kneeling at the side of the bed before I went to sleep that night. Each ring has the man’s name engraved on the inside.
SHE SKIPPED THE FUCKING PROPOSALS AAAAGGGGAAAAIIIIINNNN. SHE DOES IT IN TRIPLE-DUTY BODYGUARDS. I'M GOING TO COMMIT A WAR CRIME.
