I Found a Diamond Ring on a Supermarket Shelf and Returned It to Its Owner — the Next Day, a Man in a Mercedes Showed Up at My Door

“Guys,” I sighed, trying to steer the cart one-handed. “Can we please act like we’ve been in public before?”

“But Max said he was the cart dragon, Dad!” Lily shouted, offended on his behalf.

“Cart dragons don’t scream in the fruit aisle, hon,” I said, guiding them toward the apples.

That’s when I saw it.

Tucked between two bruised Gala apples was something gold and glittering.

I paused. My first thought was that it was one of those plastic costume rings kids lose in vending machines. But when I picked it up, the weight of it dawned on me.

It was solid; it was real.

A diamond ring that was definitely not something you find lying around in a produce bin.

My fingers closed around it instinctively.

I looked around. Other than us, the aisle was empty. No one seemed to be searching for it, and there were no voices calling out in panic.

For a moment, I hesitated.

What would this ring be worth?

What could it cover? The brakes? The dryer?

Groceries for the next few months? Noah’s braces?

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