That wasn’t a problem I intended to solve.

On the anniversary of the day we married, I took the bandage ring out of the box.

It had frayed slightly, and the threads were beginning to separate.

I remembered how she had held it up and told me that as jewelry went, it was an investment of questionable value.

I remembered Paige trying not to laugh.

I remembered being young enough to think a few words could make time stop.

I no longer believed that.