Sajana's P.O.V.
As soon as the words were spoken my eyes fell to Gilda's left hand, and I realized she was right - she had no wedding ring on.
"What? How?"
She sighed.
"I have come to believe that it flew off my finger when I was throwing things around that day. I'm not sure though. It could have been anything. All I know is that I haven't seen it since the day Albin died."
For a moment, none of us said anything.
"Wow," I said, in an effort to break the silence. She just nodded.
"How do you deal with it all?" I spoke my mind. Gilda looked to the ceiling.
"I don't."
YOU ARE READING
Stranger to Me
Short StoryGilda Perkins would be the first to say that her life was okay. Retirement was a sweet place to be indeed. Every afternoon, she had a cup of tea and settled down to read. They were peaceful and restful, and Gilda believed she needed nothing more for...
