Having managed to return to her apartment kitten-less, Amaya dumped the quilt by the door to be laundered later, and carried several bags into the kitchen. The plums from the stand at the grocers tumbled into a shallow bowl, she carefully pulled the bottles from the other two.
Lining them up like soldiers, Amaya scooched up onto the counter and landed on her keys, and after dislodging them from under her butt, she turned them over in her hands, detaching the rings and slipping them onto her ring finger. Glancing at the bottles, which absolutely refused to dance around on their and mix delicious cocktails for her, she gave into impulse and reached for her phone.
He'd never been far from her thoughts, since her return, and after all, they were - sort of - married.
Leaning back against the cabinets, Amaya let the phone ring and tapped her wedding rings against the counter. The thought that Come might not even remember her only occurred when someone picked up on the other end of the line, and Amaya... froze.