Summer
Earlier while I had been sitting on the couch pretending to read a book without seeing a single word, I had been aware of his eyes on me. I hadn’t thought before saying what I said about his drinking habit. But it surprised me that he listened. That he even put down his cigar in the next second before I could’ve commented on it. The small gesture had made me happy. And for the first time as we shared the silence I didn't feel like I was here against my will.
Now as I sat across from him and watched, as he tapped his middle finger with the ring on it to his bottom lip while he thought about his next move, my own fingers went to my chest where the ring dangled from the chain, warm from my body heat. He had said that it belonged to his mother. Does that mean that the one he wore was
