"I know." Rosalie offered in response. Ezra had never asked anything of her beyond happiness together. He never even demanded to know why she left, the truth simply revealed itself at the most inopportune of times. He had been good to her, for her, and Rosalie had abandoned him. The guilt of that single action rose up in her chest until she felt as though she might choke on it. "You -" she stopped herself before the thought could become another sad truth shared.

A beat passed before she reached into her pocket and withdrew the ring. Even if he didn't take it back, Rosalie wouldn't keep it. She'd sell it and donate the money to some charitable cause or throw it into the lake for the sirens to find. Anything — anything — other than holding onto a memento of a crushed dream. "What do we do now?" She asked at a near whisper.

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