I don't know. I didn't think anything about it because I thought it was mine. [ Which is painful enough. He hadn't thought to look much deeper than that, to test it and feel if it was any different from what he had known.

Grief had made it almost impossible to remember anyway.

Shaking his head, he tries to reign himself in, feeling oddly pathetic despite the kindness being offered by his husband. ] But it isn't mine. No matter how long I have had it.