A few minutes before I was to leave for work I looked out my kitchen window as the sun rose over the house. I held my coffee in one hand while I fiddled with the engagement ring in the other hand.
The clock told me I had at least half an hour before I left. I was relieved that Quen still had today off. I needed some time to think things through. Now that my mind was no longer hazed from the suddenness of everything that happened I was thinking clearly and my heart was still telling me I didn't feel as deeply for Quen anymore. I slowly pulled the ring off my finger and put it in my coat pocket. I wasn't ready to answer questions about it, not yet. Not until I was sure.
