“What are you here for?”
Jeanette glanced up from her clasped hands. The questioner - a middle aged woman wearing a kitten sweater - stared at her expectantly.
Jeanette spun the ring around her fourth finger. “To forget,” she muttered. She should have taken it off.
The Tuxedo Archives: Vol. 2015
, Article 4.
Available at: https://scholar.dominican.edu/tuxedolit/vol2015/iss2/4