Surprised, she blinked, pausing. “I noticed you threw out a bouquet last night. Did you have a fight with your husband?”
I gave a slight smile, shaking my head.
A fight? No. Erik never argues with me.
He always looked at me with that indulgent expression, like I was a child throwing a pointless tantrum. My phone vibrated twice, and I glanced down to see it was a call from Erik.
His voice was gentle, but there was an edge of displeasure. "Busy today? Why did you leave without making breakfast?"
He paused. “Yesterday was our wedding anniversary, and I got you a gift.”
“Oh?” I asked, masking my curiosity. “What gift?”
“A small box in my coat pocket—a ring.” I heard him fumble through his pockets, muttering, “Strange, it’s not here.”
Then, almost as if realizing something, he quickly added, “It must’ve fallen out in the car. I’ll get you another one.”
A bitter smile tugged at my lips. In yesterday’s photo, Polly had been wearing a ring on her hand. So, even my anniversary gift needed a test run by his childhood sweetheart?
“No need; I forgot to get you anything anyway.”
“Alyce? Are you upset? I really did buy you a gift.”
“Yeah,” I replied, my tone flat.