Reflections on my ring
My husband gave me this ring on our wedding day, and it has been a part of me for forty years. Each time it sat on my finger, it triggered a memory. Why wouldn’t it be mine? The concept gnawed at me. The jeweler’s hesitant and enigmatic remarks sowed seeds of mistrust, which began to grow. Questions raced through my mind, demanding answers I didn’t have.
Reflections On My Ring
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