Patrick’s declaration had been sincere. Awkward, almost funny in that sense. She suspected that the moment would have made a great movie scene: him declaring his love in front of his brother and parents, and her saying a mere, “Okay.” She’d imagined, however briefly, having children with Patrick. A life…as if a warrior could ever have a normal life.
There was them and there was us.
Chelsea and Julie and Patrick all stood on one side. And on the other side of the door: she, Michael, Mark, and Emily. They knew better. They knew that love was too easily betrayed.
Except she could see Michael’s simple band of gold and remembered how hard it was for him to tell his wife that he loved her.
And Emily’s ring shone. Black gold with a blue diamond.
“Night Stalker blue,” Emily followed the direc
