“What about the boys?” I ask Max as we drive back to his house, and he keeps his eyes focused on the road.
“I don’t know, Cass. All I know is that I couldn’t wait anymore to ask you the question that I’ve been dying to ask you for a long time.” He says, and I nod, smiling.
“I understand that, but we need to think about what we are going to do now.” I say, and he nods.
“And we will.” He rubs my thigh, and I look at my engagement ring for the hundredth time. It was perfect. It fit on my finger perfectly, and it was gorgeous.
I let my thumb brush over the ring, slow and careful, feeling every inch of it under my finger.
The diamond was breathtaking up close—large, elongated, impossibly clear. It caught the light in a way that felt deliberate, controlled, like it knew exactly how beau
