Chapter 51: The Weight of the Diamond The diamond on my left hand felt heavier than the entire skyline of Manhattan. It was a simple, flawless stone, set in a band of brushed platinum that caught the morning light filtering through the penthouse windows.
Mark was asleep beside me, his breathing a steady, rhythmic anchor in the quiet darkness of our bedroom. I lay perfectly still, tracing the cool metal with my thumb, letting …
Chapter 51: The Weight of the Diamond The diamond on my left hand felt heavier than the entire skyline of Manhattan. It was a simple, flawless stone, set in a band of brushed platinum that caught the morning light filtering through the penthouse windows. Read More