Katelyn’s POV

A soft breeze lifted my hair and carried the distant sound of traffic. In that calm moment, all the doubts I had battled over the past few weeks seemed to finally settle.

I had come to sell the wedding ring Ethan and I shared.

The second-hand luxury boutique was tucked away on a quiet street, looking more like an art gallery than a store selling used items.

I paused at the door, my fingers tightening on my coat.

I walked up to the glass counter, pulled the ring box from my ...