Laura
The day started as most of my days did lately—with chaos. Except this time, it wasn’t the twins who’d caused it. It was me. Or rather, my purse.
“Who steals a purse in broad daylight?” I grumbled, standing in front of the mirror and trying to smooth out the dark circles under my eyes with concealer. The twins were napping, giving me a brief moment of peace, but my thoughts were anything but peaceful. “And why, of all things, was I carrying the stupid wedding ring in there?”
David, lounging against the bedroom doorframe, his shirt unbuttoned at the collar, crossed his arms and tilted his head in mock thought. “Maybe they took it as a sign that you don’t value your marriage enough to wear it.”
I shot him a glare. “Oh, thank you, Sherlock Holmes. Your insight is absolutely invaluabl
