Julian's POV
She wore the ring to bed.
I noticed because I noticed everything about her now, the way she moved through the apartment, the specific sounds of her morning routine, which side of the coffee mug she held when she was thinking versus when she was just drinking.
She wore it to bed, and in the morning, it was still there, and she looked at it once while making toast in a way that wasn't performance. Just a private moment, she didn't know I saw.
I didn't say anything about it. But something settled in my chest that had been unsettled for eleven months. She came to my room that night.
Not dramatically. She knocked once, which she'd never done before because there'd never been a reason to, and when I said come in she was in the doorway in the practical way she stood when she was
