Olivia did not return Ethan’s ring immediately.
For several days, she carried it in the small pocket of her purse, wrapped in a tissue.
She said she was not ready to look at it.
I did not ask her to explain.
One evening, she came into the kitchen while I was rinsing a mug.
“I keep thinking about the wedding,” she said.
“What part?”
“The parts we planned. The flowers. The music. The house we thought we’d buy.”
I set the mug in the rack.
“You can grieve those things without choosing the marriage.”
She nodded.
“I know.”
“Do you?”
“I’m trying to.”
She sat at the table and opened her purse.
The ring was still wrapped in tissue.
“I don’t want to hate him,” she said.
“You don’t have to.”
“I don’t want to hate his father either.”
“You don’t have to do that, either.”
She looked at the ring for a long time.
“I just don’t want to spend my life explaining why I deserve to be treated decently.”
I pulled out the chair beside her.
“That’s a good thing to know before you marry someone.”
She closed the tissue around the ring again.
The next morning, she asked Ethan to meet her at a café near her office.
I did not go with her.
When she returned, she placed the ring on the kitchen counter.
“I gave it back,” she said.
I waited.
“I told him I couldn’t marry someone who expected me to pretend his father’s behavior was normal.”
“How did he take it?”
“He cried.”
She looked tired, but her voice was steady.
“I cried too.”
I reached for her hand.
“I’m sorry.”
“I am, too.”
She leaned against the counter.
“He said he would have done things differently if he’d known how much it would hurt me.”
“Did you believe him?”
“I believe he wishes the night had gone differently. I don’t know if he understands why.”
That was enough for that day.
At work, the assessment moved into its final phase. I signed the readiness recommendations and reviewed the operational gaps that had nothing to do with Richard.
The panel continued its investigation without my involvement.
When the report was finally submitted for review, I received only the portions I was authorized to see.
The findings were not mine to shape.
I read the official summary once, then closed it.
There was no satisfaction in the fact that the inquiry had moved forward.
Only a sense that the process had done what it was supposed to do.
At home, Olivia began clearing the small shelf where she had kept wedding catalogs.
She did it slowly, one stack at a time.
She kept a folded list of songs she had wanted at the reception.
She threw away the seating chart.
When she reached the bottom of the shelf, she sat on the floor and laughed once, without humor.
“I thought I’d be married by now.”
“You thought you’d be married to Ethan by now.”
She nodded.
“That’s different.”
“Yes.”
She leaned her head against the cabinet.
“I’m going to be okay.”
“I know.”
This time, she sounded like she believed it.
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