Leonardo
The car speeds through the dark, silent streets, but my mind isn’t quiet. It’s chaos. Every second feels longer than the last. I grip the ring in my hand, rolling it between my fingers like it might calm me, but it doesn’t.
I told myself I’d wait for her to be ready, but I’m done waiting. The moment I see her again, I’m marrying her. Tomorrow. Hell, tonight if I can find someone to officiate it. She can curse at me, throw things, tell me no a hundred times but it won’t matter. I’ll slide the ring on her finger and make it official. She’s mine, and I’m done pretending otherwise.
I glance down at the ring again, the diamond catching the streetlights flashing through the car window. It’s not just a ring. It’s history. My grandmother wore it for fifty years before passing it to my
