Iris — The Wedding Ring on the Table
“Not because I have to, but because I want to.”
Lena smiled.
“I’ll help carry boxes.
But I’m charging you one dinner a month.”
“That seems expensive.”
“I know my worth.”
They laughed, and Iris felt a sudden sharp tenderness toward the friend who had answered her call without hesitation.
She had spent years believing marriage was proof that somebody would stand beside her.