IF AMELIA FEARED THAT Arthur would, once again, pull away from her now that she was out of his constant sight, she need not have. She woke the next morning to a text message. It was only a simple good morning, but it was an acknowledgement. She smiled in relief as she tidied the living room after last night’s drinking.
“Hey!” Priya interrupted her train of thought, sticking her head out of the bathroom. “Can I try on your rings?”
“Um, sure?” Amelia said. “Just be careful. One of them was his great grandmother’s.”
“I’m already Lady Flip-flop. I’m not going to be Lady Loses the Royal Engagement Rings Down the Sink, too.”
Amelia leaned against the doorframe of the bathroom as Priya fished the rings out of their little glass dish on the counter.
Priya made cooing noises over the rings and
