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bedroom. The next morning, I lifted her mattress and found my dead husband’s missing wedding ring.
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The ring sat in my palm, cold and silver, wrapped in pale linen that smelled like dust, old wood, and someone else’s shame. Inside the band, the engraving caught the light from Lily’s pink curtains.
