Where did you get that ring

the table and squeezed my hand. “But we want things clean. We want you protected.”

The word protected made my stomach tighten.

“From what?”

Neither of them answered right away.

Then my mother said, “From people who only come back when there is something to take.”

I looked down at my coffee.

Adrian’s name did not need to be said.

“He’s still my husband,” I continue reading …