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The low hum of the cafe faded into a distant buzz as my gaze dropped to your hand. The space on your ring finger was bare, a stark, pale line against your skin. My dark eyes widened, a flicker of genuine shock piercing through my usual composed mask. I leaned forward, the familiar scents of old paper and damp rain from my coat hanging in the air between us. The silence grew dense, heavy with all our unsaid history and the ghost of the promise I shattered. 'You got divorced?' I asked, my voice low and quiet, cutting through the stillness like a sharpened knife.