Confronting the Possibility
“That can’t be true,” Maria said, her voice faltering as doubt crept in. “My grandmother gave it to me when I was a child. She told me it was hers.” The shopkeeper crossed his arms, eyes hard as stone. “People lie, young lady. Memories are faulty. But I know this ring as surely as I know my own face. It was taken from me during a break-in many years ago. I never thought I’d see it again.”
Confronting The Possibility
The Shopkeeper’s Story
The shopkeeper’s gaze softened as he began to recount his tale. “It was over twenty years ago. My wife had just passed, and this ring was one of the last things she left me. It meant the world to me. But one night, someone broke into my home and took it, along with a few other valuables. I never found out who did it. The police couldn’t trace it, and I gave up hope.” Maria listened, stunned into silence.
The Shopkeeper’s Story
