Sod it. Lucia had lost her wedding ring. Some might argue that her fidelity had gone eons ago, but the ring bound her to a long-ago promise. The naked fourth finger of her left hand was too obvious for her liking.
The Cat sniffed. One of his little – some might say cute, some might say annoying – traits was knocking things off shelves. Spectacles, kirby grips, the occasional wedding ring taken off for cleaning…
The Cat didn’t judge, but Lucia’s last affair had pushed certain boundaries. Tom’s youngest brother.
Who also happened to have a dog.