We step out of the store, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows on the pavement. There's a cool breeze that carries with it a sense of change, and I can’t help but feel a bit lighter, even with the weight of everything that’s happened today. Thomas moves quickly and efficiently, loading all the bags into the back of the car. Watching him, I’m reminded of his steady presence. He’s been respectful and quiet, unlike some of the other men I’ve encountered in this life.
Once everything is packed away, Arlo turns to me, a serious expression on his face. “You are my wife, and I need you to wear this at all times,” he says, holding out the branding necklace and ring.
I stare at the gold pieces in his hand, recognizing them instantly. It’s the same set he made me wear when we went to his pa
