Emma

My head shook once before I tilted it toward the door to the hallway. The exhaustion and frustration racking my body and mind rippled throughout my words. “Leave, Rett.”

Reaching into the pocket of his pants, Rett removed my wedding rings. Placing them in the palm of his hand, he extended his hand my direction. “You forgot these.”

Instead of reaching for them, I began walking the other way, toward the door—the one that was ...