Initials
I squinted at the small lettering, my heart racing. They were not mine, nor were they John’s. The initials were absolutely unfamiliar to me. How can this be? My bewilderment became more intense, accompanied by a growing sensation of dread. These initials belonged to someone, and they held the key to the story behind the etching. I needed to find out what they meant.
Initials
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Cold realization
A shiver ran down my spine as the truth of the situation dawned on me. There was no mistaking it anymore. I had no idea about the history of this ring, which had served as a symbol of my marriage for forty years. The initials and the unfamiliar date were unmistakable indicators that something was extremely wrong. I felt the ground shift beneath my feet.
Cold Realization
