I locked my wife in the pantry under the stairs

says.

My heart stops.

She reaches into the small dish by the door and takes out her wedding ring. The same one from the pantry floor. She holds it in her palm, not putting it on.

“I’m not wearing it yet.”

I nod.

“But I didn’t throw it away.”

My eyes burn.

“Thank you for telling me.”

She closes her fingers around it.

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