Where did you get that ring

following spring, Vivian came back.

Not to my apartment.

To my parents’ house, on a Sunday when I happened to be there helping Dad plant azaleas.

I saw her car pull up and felt my body go tense before my mind formed a thought.

My father noticed.

“You don’t have to stay.”

I considered leaving.

Then I realized I wanted to stay.

Not for her.

For me.

Vivian stepped continue reading …