Where did you get that ring

the window beside my balcony.

My parents stood on the sidewalk below, still dressed for the wedding. My mother’s hair was perfect but her face was blotchy. My father’s tie hung loose. Behind them, Brooke hovered uncomfortably.

I pressed the button.

The building door unlocked.

A minute later, they were outside my apartment.

I opened the door but did not continue reading …