I never thought there’d be a deeper meaning behind the ring. I had assumed there wasn’t any reason why it was placed inside the donut I ate.

How did that donut even get in my fridge?

“Does it have anything unusual?” I asked, peering over her shoulder. “Like a tracker or a bug?”

“It doesn’t. It’s just really expensive,” she replied, still caressing the ring.

She looked dreamy, so I snapped my fingers in front of her face to bring her back to reality. Kesha blinked twice and ...