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“She’s never taken it off.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know.”

I stared at him. “You don’t know?”

“No.”

“Does she know you’re divorcing her?”

“Yes.”

“Then why is she walking around wearing your ring?”

He exhaled. “Because Ravenna hasn’t accepted—”

“Oh, fuck you.”

I turned and walked away.

“Blair.”

“No.” I spun back around. “Because I heard something too.”

He stopped.

“Her little friend told her to stay positive.”

Caleb looked confused.

“Said things would get better.”

“Okay.”

“She said y’all would be okay and your wife smiled and said she knew.”

Caleb looked away and my blood boiled.

“Does that sound like a woman preparing for divorce to you?”

“You don’t know what they were talking about.”

“Neither do you!”

“I know Ravenna.”

“Apparently I don’t know shit!”

My voice echoed.

Caleb stepped toward me.

I backed away. “No. I have spent a year listening to you tell me what that woman thinks.”

“I’ve told you the truth.”

“According to who?”