An examination
My gaze fell to the gold band in my hand. Of course, I am certain. The ring was modest but lovely, representing my marriage for the previous forty years. Each groove and contour felt familiar to me. There was no mistake with its identity. The jeweler’s unnerving inquiry exacerbated my perplexity and anxiety. What did he see that I didn’t?
An Examination
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A forty-year history
My spouse and I have been married forty years. The ring never leaves my finger—or almost never. I could count on one hand the number of times I took it off. So, after all these years, why is this man doubting its authenticity? Each moment felt heavier than the last as I waited for him to share the secret he had unearthed.
A Forty Year History
