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She chokes on a sob and kisses the top of her son’s head. “I’d love that.” When she turns her attention back to me, I’ve moved to a knee on the floor by her seat, the ring in my hand.

“I wasn’t supposed to do this here,” I whisper, feeling all the crowd’s attention as it turns to me.

“Do it anyway,” she says.

I drag in a long breath