I’d cried when I read it.
He’d kissed me and promised that even when life became difficult, we would always choose each other.
I held both bracelets in my palm.
Then I put them back in the box.
I wasn’t ready to decide what to do with them.
But I knew I could no longer wear promises that meant nothing to the people who had made them.
Ryan returned home before I did.
He sent dozens of messages.
Some were apologies.
Others were explanations.
One said he had been lonely.
Another said our marriage had become routine.
A third claimed that Megan had made him feel understood.
I read every message.
Then I put my phone down.
I had spent years listening to Ryan explain why work was exhausting, why he couldn’t attend a school meeting, why he needed another business trip, and why I shouldn’t worry when he didn’t answer his phone.