Maybe he’d been right, and I should have moved on. His ring still glinted on my finger. I hadn’t taken it off yet, but I wasn’t an idiot. At least, not a total idiot. It was very possible everyone who’d ever patted my arm with pity in their eyes and told me they were concerned had been right. That Asher’s silence had not been an act of self-preservation, but an attempt to drive home the fact that he and I were over. That his prison sentence had truly meant the end of us. My emotional side wanted to crumple into a ball and sob. My practical side wanted to reserve judgment until we had a
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