“They’re your sons,” I said.

“They’re a surprise party meant to wreck my engagement,” Ethan said.

Natalie walked into the library through the half-open oak door.

She didn’t look at Ethan, and she didn’t look at Richard.

She walked straight to the mahogany desk, reached down with her right hand, and slid the platinum engagement ring off her finger.

The ring clicked twice on the dark wood near Richard’s blotter.

“Natalie,” Ethan said, stepping toward her with his hand out.