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The next morning when I wake up I see that the ring is on my finger. Sterling isn't in bed, which I'm starting to get used to. I don't think he's one to sleep in like I am. I trace a finger around the silver band of the ring and stare into the red ruby.
"Replacement," I mutter to myself.
My phone rings. It's Sterling.
"Hey," I say.
"Hey, sorry I had to leave so early