Where did you get that ring

“I’m sorry,” he said.

“You don’t have to apologize for her.”

“No,” he said. “But somebody should.”

Before I could answer, Vivian’s voice screamed in the distance, “Daniel! Get off the phone!”

He said, “I need to go. But Claire?”

“Yes?”

“Don’t let them make you think you’re wrong.”

The call ended.

I sat there, staring at the phone.

Then I drove home.

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