C72 A ring on your finger

**Third person**

I sipped my coffee, my eyes locked onto Matthew's. “When I'm done with Karen, my parents are next.”

Then my gaze shifted from him to somewhere beside his chair. “I need to know how my mom felt conspiring against her own daughter.” I sucked my teeth and wiped my face as a stray tear escaped from the side of my eye.

“I wonder what it was like for her