Heather looked down at her hand holding the stem of the wine glass. Even though it was dark outside, the lit torches which encircled the brick patio reflected off the plain gold band she still wore. The band she had never removed.
Not since the day Mick slid it on her finger so many years ago.
“It is time to move on. His life insurance money is running out.”
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