Slowly, I slid the wedding ring from my finger. The gold band caught the firelight, the engraved initials "M & L" mocking me one final time. My grip tightened. Without hesitation, I hurled it into the flames and watched as it disappeared, consumed by the fire, along with everything it represented.
It was done.
It was over.
Turning to face Dexter, I said firmly, “I’m done.”
He glanced up from his phone, his expression bored. “Good for you. My debt to you is paid. I’d say this was fun, but it wasn’t. Have a nice life, Lilian.”
