An Unsettling Realization
“This ring,” the shopkeeper began slowly, his eyes never leaving the piece of jewelry, “I know this ring.” Maria frowned, confused. “What do you mean? It’s been in my family for years.” The man shook his head, setting the ring back down on the counter with a decisive thud. “This ring was stolen from me years ago,” he said, his voice tinged with bitterness. “It belonged to my late wife.” Maria’s heart skipped a beat, panic flooding her chest.
A Memory Unearthed
Maria’s mind raced as she processed the shopkeeper’s words. Stolen? From him? She had no idea how her grandmother could have possessed something stolen. The ring had always been a cherished family heirloom, passed down through generations. But the way the shopkeeper spoke, with such conviction and personal connection to the ring, made her question everything she thought she knew. Could her grandmother have hidden something from her?