"You once threw this into a lake in a fit of anger. I had every drop of water drained just to find it again."
"Now I want to ask you, Edith Pruitt — will you put this ring back on, as a promise to marry me, as a symbol of our love?"
Edith pressed a trembling hand to her lips, overcome with emotion.
"Yes. I will."
……
And I — Patrick Sanchez's legal wife — could only watch through the car window as the two of them kissed passionately while the reporters cheered them on.
They were close enough that I could see the thin silver thread of saliva that stretched between their lips as they reluctantly pulled apart.
Strange. The heater in the car was running full blast, but my hands and feet were ice cold. My teeth wouldn't stop chattering.
My phone buzzed.
A text from my best friend, congratulating me — she said I'd finally waited long enough for the clouds to part and the sun to shine through.
My fingers trembled over the screen. I couldn't bring myself to reply.