Part 3:

Inside was a folded letter written in David’s handwriting, a velvet pouch, and a thick envelope with a notary stamp.

I opened the pouch first.

David’s mother’s wedding ring rolled into my palm. It had been polished, repaired, and reset. The stone caught the light beautifully.

He had once told me he wanted to restore it for me.

I thought he had forgotten.continue reading …