Leaving the store
I quickly thanked her and ran out of the store, clutching the ring tightly in my fingers. The chilly metal burnt against my palm, contrasting dramatically with the heat of my racing thoughts. Questions raced through my mind like leaves in the wind. What did this date indicate? Why hadn’t John mentioned it? I needed answers now.
Leaving The Store
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Searching for clues
I burst through my home’s door and dove directly into the closet, pulling out old photo albums. I went through pages of images from our wedding day, desperately looking for a close-up of our rings. However, none of them revealed the engraving clearly enough to provide any answers. Frustrated, I grabbed my phone and attempted to call John.
Searching For Clues
