Even if it was a false alarm, taking off my wedding ring felt wrong. Catherine and I had been married so long, that the ring felt like it was a part of me; something that I didn’t notice unless I explicitly thought about it. Taking my wedding ring off would have felt like pulling a piece of my finger off. I could live without it, sure, but I’d feel incomplete.
Bert gave me a dose of side eye. The old son of a gun didn’t like being challenged. More evidence that he might have a drop or two of Amazon blood in him.
“Clark’s right.” It was Catherine who said it. “This might be nothing. And knowing that we’re married might not stop them from taking us, but it won’t tell them who to look for too.” Even in the dark I could see Catherine eyes arguing with her dad. It was nice to be on the same side.