Ruby’s POV

This morning started like any other. I hadn’t slept much. My mind kept spinning with everything I had seen, everything I had suspected but tried to push aside.

Still, I got up, brushed my hair, put on some makeup, and forced myself into something neat and light. I didn’t want anyone, especially John, to know how broken I was inside.

When I stepped into the living room, I saw something sitting neatly on the table. It was a gift box. The wrapping was done perfectly, with a soft ...