And six weeks after the confrontation at the mansion, she contacted Evelyn.
She wanted to return my grandmother’s ring.
I declined a private meeting.
Her attorney returned the ring with formal documentation.
When the velvet case arrived, my hands shook opening it.
There it was.
The deep blue sapphire.
The small diamonds.
The delicate inscription inside the band.
Forever, E.M.
My grandmother’s initials.
I put on the ring and wept.
For the first time since learning of the affair, I let myself grieve.
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