I Helped A Pregnant Woman Buy Milk And Bread — The Next Day, A Convoy Of SUVs Pulled Up Outside

drifted to the photograph on the windowsill.

Barney smiled back at me from inside the frame.

Gray cardigan.

Kind eyes.

That familiar expression that always made me feel safe.

I picked up the photo.

My thumb brushed over his left hand.

Over the pale circle on his ring finger.

The missing wedding band.

I smiled sadly.

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