Chapter 112

I was slouched on the couch, flicking through channels, when I noticed a white box on the coffee table. Ashton came into the living room. ‘It’s for you. Open it.’ ‘For me?’ I looked up, surprised, and reached for the box, flipping the lid open. Inside were two rings. I froze, my fingers hovering over the smooth metal. He stepped into my line of sight, standing right in front of me. ‘They are our wedding rings.’ I glanced at the rings again. A pair of platinum bands, each with a small band of delicate diamonds embedded in them. The first letter of our names—‘M’ and ‘A’—engraved inside. I didn’t reach for them. ‘What happened to the rings we wore to your grandfather’s party? I probably lost mine somewhere in the pool.’ ‘It has been found, but that was a mere prop, bought at a moment’s notice.’ ‘It was good enough to fool the guests.’ ‘But not good enough for you.’ ‘I’m not sure about this,’ I said. ‘We’ve already swapped gifts once, remember? The black gold ring I gave you, and the penda