What Was I Missing?

Could John have messed up the date when he had the ring engraved? I shook my head, dismissing the thought as quickly as it came. My husband was meticulous, especially about things as important as our wedding. This couldn’t be an error.

As I held the ring, memories of our wedding flooded back—so vivid, so perfect. Yet this date didn’t belong. It wasn’t any significant moment I could remember. My mind spiraled. “Would you like it cleaned?” the jeweler’s voice broke through my thoughts. “No,” I said softly, barely hearing myself. I needed to leave, to think. This ring held a secret—and I had to uncover it.