“Where the fuck is your wedding ring?” Her eyes widen, and she looks away. “I took it off.” “What do you mean, you took it off?” She pulls her hand out of mine and slips it underneath the covers. “It just…it’s very much Hannah’s style, but it isn’t mine. It doesn’t feel right to wear it.” I roll onto my back and stare up at the ceiling for a moment, trying to collect my thoughts yet finding it impossible to do so. “Next week,” I say, my tone harsher than I intended. “We’ll buy you a new ring next week, and you will wear it.”
