« Just tired, Liv. »
I let it go.
That morning, he came into the kitchen holding a small velvet box.
« Happy anniversary, darling. »
I set my mug down and laughed. « What is this? Did you wrap a kitchen timer? »
He smiled. « Open it. »
Inside was a bracelet so beautiful I forgot how to breathe, all delicate white gold and tiny diamonds catching the morning light as if they had been waiting for it.
« Nolan. » I looked up. « This must have cost a fortune. »
« You deserve something nice for once. »
« For once? You bought me a vacuum, sweetheart. »
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