“The cleaners found something.” His eyes dropped to the small plastic bag in his hand. “It was wedged behind the booth. They nearly missed it.”
A gold ring lay inside the bag.
He held it out but didn’t release it when I reached for it.
“I’m sorry about last night,” he said. “I should’ve checked the cameras. And after seeing this…” He swallowed. “I think you need to see this.”
Then he let go.
A gold ring lay inside the bag.
For a moment, I couldn’t breathe.
It belonged to my mother.
The thin band was scratched near the setting. Three tiny diamonds surrounded a pale blue stone, and one of the gold prongs bent slightly inward.
I knew every imperfection. I had stared at photographs of that ring until the image followed me into my dreams.
