Then I noticed a small metal box sitting beside the sink.
It was open.
Something inside caught the light.
I stepped closer.
And stopped breathing.
Inside was a ring.
My old wedding ring.
Not the one Mike had given me.
The ring from my first marriage.
The ring I had lost almost five years earlier.
I had searched everywhere for it.
Eventually, I assumed it had disappeared during our move.
I looked at Mike.
“Where did you get this?”
Lily looked at Emily.
Emily finally answered.
“We found it.”
“Where?”
Mike pointed toward the open cabinet beneath the sink.
“A few weeks ago, the drain started leaking. I removed part of the old cabinet and found something stuck behind one of the pipes.”
I picked up the ring.
It looked almost new.
“You’ve had this for weeks?”
Mike nodded.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
He looked uncomfortable.
“At first, I didn’t know what to do with it.”
