The Wet Car Seat, A Soiled Ring

In the seventh year of our relationship, Selena picked me up from work in the middle of a torrential downpour.

I opened the passenger door, only to find the leather seat soaking wet, with a stray strand of short hair clinging to it.

She kept both hands on the steering wheel, not even bothering to look at me.

"I gave the new intern from the project team a ride home. He didn't bring an umbrella and got completely drenched."

I sat on that cold, wet seat, my heart turning to ice.

"Selena, you k