Zara's POV
The ring arrived Saturday morning.
I opened the box on my kitchen counter and stared at it. Platinum band, single diamond, simple and expensive in the way that money looked when it didn't need to announce itself. There was a note underneath.
Wear it or don't. Either way, my mother will notice.
No signature. Cole's handwriting was efficient and precise, exactly like everything else about him.
I put the ring on. It fit perfectly. Of course it did. He would have checked my employee file for the insurance enrollment forms where I had listed my sizes for the company wellness program. The thought should have felt invasive. Instead it felt like exactly the kind of detail Cole Mercer would think to manage.
My phone rang. Rachel.
I let it go to voicemail. That made six calls in th
