On the side, I noticed Sacha shifted uncomfortably, her eyes darting to Craig as he moved closer. She hesitated, taking half a step forward, like she was trying to stop him—but then she faltered, as if unsure of what to do.
Craig, however, was unfazed. He smiled wider and patted me on the back as he said, “Errol, don’t worry. As long as I’m around, no one will ever hurt Sacha. I’ll always protect her.”
Bothered by his hand on my shoulder, I glanced at it, only to see a ring on his finger. The one Sacha and I had custom-ordered a month ago for our engagement. Only one ring like that existed as it was custom-made. Yet here it was, resting on Craig’s hand like some cheap accessory.
“Nice ring,” I remarked.
Suddenly, the noisy living room fell deathly silent, and Sacha’s face drained of color.
