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Sara
I spend the majority of my workday oscillating between heart-pounding joy and spurts of panic.
Peter is alive.
He’s back and we’re together—without me getting kidnapped, no less.
Despite what Peter said about his deal, I half expect the FBI to show up and charge me with aiding and abetting. Nobody comes, however. Everything is normal—or as normal as can be when one is engaged to a former assassin.
I’m not ready to answer my coworkers’ questions, so I hid my hand in my pocket and took off the ring as soon as I had a moment of privacy. Now the huge diamond is sitting at the bottom of my handbag, forcing me to carry the bag with me everywhere.
I don’t know how much the ring cost, but I suspect it was well into six figures.
Did Peter buy or steal it? It’s probably the former—he
