I thought we were celebrating fourteen years of marriage, but one dish changed everything. James and I sat in the same restaurant where we’d honeymooned. He handed me a gift box — utensils.
Again. I smiled politely, disappointment gnawing inside. He went to the restroom, and the waiter returned with a salad I hadn’t ordered.
“There’s a surprise inside,” he whispered. Confused, I found a diamond ring buried in the greens. My heart leapt.
Finally, I thought. But when James returned, his face turned pale. “Where did you get that?” he asked, voice tight.
“The salad,” I stammered. “You didn’t…?”
