The ring mark wasn’t evidence of a second marriage.
My husband was planning to marry me again.
Before his memories faded.
I opened a folder filled with photographs.
Pictures from our first wedding.
Our honeymoon.
The dock where he’d proposed after knowing me for only eight days.
There was also a document labeled:
VOWS — DRAFT 9.
I didn’t open it.
Some things were still meant to be spoken aloud.
Then I noticed another video.
RING
Mark appeared outdoors, standing beside the lake.
He held his left hand toward the camera.
A broad gold band circled his damaged finger.
A thin line of silver ran around its center.
He was smiling.
“Lee, the jeweler made a temporary ring so we could test the design.”
He demonstrated a tiny hinge.
“It opens right over my bad knuckle.”
He laughed.
“Twelve years, and I can finally wear a ring again without it hurting.”
