Chapter 8
Before I could finish, Liam’s voice suddenly cut through.
“You gave me a ring. Are you not planning to take responsibility for it?”
+25 BONUS
I froze, whipping my head toward him.
He raised his left hand, revealing the simple silver band on his ring finger.
The material was cheap, the craftsmanship nothing special
Yet, under the stage lights, it gleamed–polished, well cared for, as if it meant the world to him.
Just like that, the sight of it dragged me back to four years ago.
That day was Liam’s nineteenth birthday.
For eighteen years, every one of his birthdays had been extravagant–lavish parties, overflowing with guests, except that year.
That year, he had nothing.
No one but me.
Wanting to cheer him up, I took on two part–time shifts in between cramming for my thesis.
With the forty dollars I earned, I bought a pair of cheap matching rings.
