doctors, nurses, volunteers, patients, and former employees of the foundation.
Ethan turned to me.
“One year ago, a legal document declared us married.”
A murmur of laughter passed through the crowd.
He continued.
“It was practical, complicated, and completely backward.”
“That is generous.”
“I thought we could correct the order.”
He reached into his pocket.
Instead of a new ring, he removed the same simple platinum band I had worn since the first ceremony.
I looked at my empty hand.
I had taken it off that morning before work because the clasp on my bracelet had caught against it.
Or so I had thought.
“You stole my wedding ring.”
“I borrowed it with assistance.”
My father looked innocent.
Jason did not.
Ethan held the ring between us.
“Clara Bennett, I cannot promise you a life without secrets. People are too imperfect for that.”
The courtyard became quiet.
“But I promise
