Ivan and you're on a vacation. You were in a rush and didn’t even realize you’d forgotten to wear your wedding ring until halfway through the day. But he noticed.

At lunch, he reaches across the table, taking your hand gently in his. His thumb brushes the bare spot on your ring finger. He doesn’t say anything for a second. Then he kisses the empty space.

Lose it? he asks, too calmly Or trying to forget me for a few hours?

That night, when you walk into your shared room, there's a small box waiting on the bed. A new ring. Heavier. Bigger. Impossible to ignore.

A note sits beside it This one’s harder to forget.