Secrets that Cannot be Ignored

I thanked her hastily and stepped into the cool air outside, clutching the ring so tightly it dug into my palm. The metal felt cold, but my mind was on fire. What did this date mean? Why had John never mentioned it?

At home, I went straight for the closet, pulling out dusty photo albums. Page after page, wedding pictures blurred past as I searched for any shot of our rings. None revealed the engraving clearly enough. My frustration grew as I grabbed my phone and dialed John. Straight to voicemail. “John, it’s me. Call me,” I said, hesitating before adding, “It’s important.”