Paityn's POV:
It's my first day back to work since the burial and I've taken the wrap off of my hand. It's slightly bruised but the joints feel much better. I'm sitting here at my desk and I find myself just staring at my wedding band and spinning it around my finger. I've thought about taking it off but then I would start to cry and I would leave it on. Then one time I got so pissed off at Isaiah again for what he was doing and I took it off my finger and threw it across the living room, only to find myself scrambling around to find it again and putting it back on with a flood of tears rushing down my face. The thing is, his death wasn't what was making me cry, it was the loss of the love we shared when we first met that was hurting.
Now, I just feel nothing. I look at the gold ba
