The day felt heavier than it should have.
Mark sat at the kitchen table, tapping his fingers anxiously against the surface, his mind running circles around itself.
The small velvet box sat before him — again — the lid flipped open, revealing the stunning engagement ring he had custom-made for Ronnie.
He turned the box slowly in his fingers, watching the diamond catch the light.
It was perfect.
She was perfect.
And he was a goddamn mess.
Mark raked a hand through his hair, breathing out slowly.
The dinner reservations were set for tonight, after Ronnie got home from work.
The ring was ready.
Everything was supposed to be perfect.
Except for the growing pit in his stomach.
Every time he looked at that ring, that velvet box, that symbol of his commitment to her, guilt gnawed at hi
