“Rachel left me days after the accident,” I explained. “You didn’t make that choice for her.”
“But if I hadn’t dropped the box, maybe she would’ve stayed!”
“Hannah, look at me.”
She raised her eyes.
“Rachel made her own decision. You didn’t make it for her.”Get Writing Tools
I thought about Rachel’s reaction when she first learned about my injury. Maybe she had already seen the ring and realized I was planning a future with her. But a future with me had frightened her more than losing me.
“I used to think Rachel was my future,” I said. “But she left when I needed her most. A ring wouldn’t have changed that.”
Hannah wiped her tears.
“All this time, I thought you were married. I thought you were happy.”
“I wasn’t. Not for a long time.”
“Until?”
“Until a woman nearly burned down her kitchen trying to make my cake.”
