The box sat at the bottom of her bag, a reminder that she hadn't seen Thousandfeathers in days. She'd told him to go away, and he did, and that was the problem; she didn't mean her own words. She rarely did when she spoke in anger, but he wouldn't have known that.
And to make matters infinitely worse, she had no way of contacting him so she could try to apologize. Sarah looked down at the glittering ring on her finger.
"Please," she whispered, bringing her left hand up so that the ring brushed against her lips. "Please come back."