After college, Griffin asked me to marry him. I said yes before he even finished getting down on one knee.
Our life together felt genuinely perfect. I was happy. Truly happy. As our fifth anniversary approached, I wanted to get him something special.
So I told him I was going to work. I actually took the day off instead, to pick up a watch I’d ordered for him across town.
I came home early, gift in hand, expecting the house to be empty. Instead, I heard his voice in the kitchen.
On the phone. When I heard him say my name, I froze behind the door. At first, I thought he was planning a surprise for me.
Then I heard him say: “Don’t worry. She walked right into it. My plan is about to work.”
