Unanswered call
The phone went directly to voicemail, where I left a message, my voice shaking. Hello, John. It’s me. Call me back as soon as you can.” I paused, debating whether to mention the ring, but the words would not come. I hung up, feeling more alone than before. I needed answers but could not bring myself to address him on the phone.

Unanswered Call
A lingering question
I walked the living room, the uncertainty eating away at me. What if this engraving represented something more than I was prepared to discover? What if it exposed long-buried secrets? I wasn’t sure if I could handle the responses. But the prospect of leaving it alone and allowing it to fester in my head seemed even worse.

A Lingering Question