Where did you get that ring

have her day.”

Something inside me went very still.

Not angry yet.

Not broken.

Still.

The way the air feels before a thunderstorm rolls across the sky.

I reached into my purse.

Vivian’s eyes flicked down.

For one foolish second, she probably thought I was reaching for tissues. Maybe she expected tears. Maybe she expected me to apologize for existing too loudly continue reading …