A softened gaze
“That can’t be right,” I insist, seeking to persuade myself rather than anybody else. The jeweler’s expression relaxes. Though her eyes are filled with silent understanding, she does not withdraw her previous declaration. No reassuring smile, just a solemn nod. Doubt gnaws at me. This realization feels like a fissure in the foundation of something immovable.
A Softened Gaze
Jeweler’s explanation
“Sometimes rings are passed down or changed over time,” she says, her voice measured and cautious. But her following remarks struck me more. “The engraving—it’s specific.” My mind raced to keep up. Passed down? Changed? Could there be another explanation that I haven’t considered? Her comments appeared to bear the weight of hidden meanings, the kind that shatter long-held beliefs.
Jeweler’s Explanation
