Sofia’s POV
I sat on the edge of the bed for a long time.
I did not cry.
I had promised myself I wasn’t going to cry and I kept that promise with the focused stubbornness of someone who understood that if she started she might not stop for a while.
I looked at the ring on my finger.
Simple gold band. Warm in the lamplight. Matching the one on the hand of the man at the end of this corridor who had pressed his lips to my forehead in a courthouse with no flowers and no guests and made me his wife.
I had known it would cost something.
I had stood in that courthouse and looked at the priest and the rings and the man holding my hands and understood completely and without self-deception that this was going to cost something significant and I had said yes anyway.
I had not fully understoo
