The words refused to make sense.
I read them again, slower this time, as though changing the speed would somehow change the meaning, my fingers tightened around the photograph until the edges dug into my skin.
"What is this?"
Adrian didn't answer.
I looked up. He wasn't looking at the words anymore. He was looking at the woman's hand. His face had gone completely still not shocked nor confused. Recognition
"You know that ring."
His eyes lifted to mine.
"I've seen it before."
"Where."
He remained silent. I laughed once, bitterly.
"There you go again."
His jaw tightened.
"I'm trying."
"No."
I folded the photograph carefully and slipped it back into the envelope.
"You're choosing."
"There are things I need to be sure of."
"And there are things I deserve to know."
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