In a meeting today, I looked down at my hand and realised my wedding band was missing. The indentation of the ring was still visible, the faint beige mark staring up at me accusingly. I blinked, scratching through the crowded corridors of my memory, searching for the moment I pulled it off my finger.
My heart crowded my throat as I drew blank. I could no…
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