Iris — The Wedding Ring on the Table
She let it ring.
A voicemail followed.
“Iris, my mother says we need to meet.
I’m willing to put this behind us, but you’ve got to withdraw that complaint.
Priscilla says some investigator from your bank called her.
You’re making everybody’s life miserable.”
There it was: his mother, his sister, his reputation.
Not a single question about Iris’s injuries.