This couldn’t be. How in the world did my ring…end up here? The last place I had it was tucked in my purse, latched in a pocket—and now…here it was in a container in Tyler’s apartment. There was no plausible explanation other then: what the actual f*ck?!
Everything inside of me turned rigid. I didn’t know what to do or even how to respond. I wanted to believe there was a rational explanation for this, except when I thought about it, there was just no way that this could’ve gotten here…unless it was stolen from me. Was that all I was to him? Someone he could take things from? But if that was true then why would he spend so much time with me? Nothing seemed to add up and the taste of betrayal felt poisonous in my mouth the longer it sat. I needed to get the truth. I just really hoped it wasn’t something worse than what I had already thought.