The scent of red wine on the dining table hit me—not the rich grape aroma I expected, but a metallic iron tang, like old blood.Today’s my tenth wedding anniversary with Raymond Hale.On the table sits a diamond ring he gave me—three times bigger than the one from a decade ago.

The scent of red wine on the dining table hit me—not the rich grape aroma I expected, but a metallic iron tang, like old blood.Today’s my tenth wedding anniversary with Raymond Hale.On the table sits a diamond ring he gave me—three times bigger than the one from a decade ago.