Austin's chest tightened as the memory struck him. That brutal, icy demand he had barked at Selena for the ring during her birthday party. She had been drenched in blood back then. Her face had been a mask of raw, trembling hurt.
"Did she leave any message?" His voice came out strained.
"No. She just insisted we deliver the ring immediately. Here's the receipt."
A thin receipt was thrust into his hand. When his eyes locked onto the sum scribbled in the corner, his eyes widened. He had given Selena stacks of cards. Each was loaded with a modest amount. They barely scraped the total he now saw. Yet this single ring cost nearly as much.
So why the hell did she send it all back like this? Weren't cash and cards supposed to be her obsession?
The receipt crumpled into a mangled wad under hi
