Where did you get that ring

I will be.”

He nodded like that made perfect sense.

I gave him my ticket.

While he went for my car, my phone started vibrating.

Vivian.

Mom.

Dad.

Vivian again.

Brooke.

Mom.

Unknown number.

Then Daniel.

I stared at his name.

Daniel Parker.

My sister’s fiancé.

Kind. Polite. A little too gentle for Vivian, I had always thought. He worked as a high school history teacher continue reading …