“She communicates through ASL.”

Vanessa’s fingers moved slightly against the stem of her glass. “I wasn’t aware of that.”

“Yes, you were.”

The candle between them flickered. Graham pushed the blue mug toward the center of the table. “How long did you think it would take?”

Vanessa did not ask what he meant. For several seconds, neither moved. Then she removed the engagement ring and placed it beside her plate. “How much do you know?”

The absence of denial was more painful than any lie. “Enough.”