Iris — The Wedding Ring on the Table
Evelyn paused, and Iris heard a clock ticking in the background.
“I also saw your hospital photographs.
Garrett showed them to me because he thought I would say you were exaggerating.”
Iris waited.
“I didn’t recognize what I was looking at,” Evelyn whispered.
“Or perhaps I didn’t want to.”
“You saw an injured woman,” Iris said.
“There wasn’t much to interpret.”