“Really.”
He put it on immediately.
I kept Frank’s wedding ring.
The warning was still engraved inside.
Maybe one day I will have the words changed back to the anniversary message he originally chose.
Maybe I won’t.
Frank loved me for forty years.
Frank also hid something enormous from me for nine of them.
Both truths exist.
That morning, I didn’t need to decide which one mattered more.
As we started walking back toward the car, Eli reached for Claire’s hand.
Then he turned around and looked at me.
“Are you coming, Diane?”
I slipped Frank’s ring into my pocket.
“Yeah,” I said.
“I’m coming.”
