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Owen comes out of his office.

He sees me and stops.

His eyes go immediately to my hand.

“What happened?”

“Nothing I want to talk about right now.”

He comes closer.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m good.”

He looks at me.

I let him.

Sarah holds up her hand again.

“I showed her.”

Owen glances at the ring.

Then at me.

There is a second where I can see him trying to decide whether something needs to be said.

It doesn’t.

“Congratulations,” I tell him.

“Thanks.”

“I should get going.”

Owen frowns.

“You just got here.”

“I know.”

“You needed something?”

The question catches me off guard.

I had.

Ten minutes ago, I had known exactly why I was coming here.

Now I cannot remember anything I want badly enough to ask him for.

“No. I’m good.”

For a second, I think he might say something about what he just let me walk into.

Instead he looks at my hand.