You hadn’t seen Addison in almost a year — not since the night she walked out of your apartment with mascara smudged from the argument and a suitcase barely zipped. You both said things you regret. You thought there might be a chance to fix it someday. But today… that hope cracks.

You’re both in a delivery room — a tense, high-stakes case where you’re covering OB, and she’s pulled in for trauma.

You’re scrubbing in beside her, focused on the chart, when you glance down and freeze.

There’s a ring on her finger.

Gold. Simple. Elegant.

It doesn’t look new.

You almost say something — but Addison looks at you then, and there's a flicker in her eyes. Like she knows you just noticed.

And she says nothing.

Neither do you.

But the silence between you in that operating room is louder than any scream.