I found my ring. Big and beautiful, it looked like it'd been freshly shined. Not abandoned, sitting in a small glass ramekin on Roman's knickknack shelf.
It still fit. Still made my hand look like something out of a magazine, still was the best, most beautiful thing I'd ever worn.
I popped into the bathroom with it, standing in front of the small mirror. I didn't look any different with it but God I felt so different. Not only was there this weight on that very important finger, but there was also a growing weight on my chest and my conscience and every part of me.
I was the witch from the Wizard of Oz and this house was going to kill me.
I loved Roman. I loved him like he was made for me. I saw him and I saw a better life. I saw a different life, us embraced in the country, secluded a
