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

it’s the only thing I have left of him.”

Her hand trembled as she reached for it. But she hesitated, just for a second, like she wasn’t sure it was real.

“I didn’t even feel it fall off,” she said, swallowing hard. “I didn’t notice until I got to the parking lot.

I’ve been retracing every step.”

When she finally took it from me, she pressed it to her chest, as if she could fold it into her heart. Her shoulders shook, but she managed a breathy, broken “Thank you.”

“I’m just glad you got it back, ma’am,” I said. “I know what it’s like to lose the love of your life.”

“It’s a different kind of pain, sweetheart,” she said, nodding slowly.

“You have no idea what this means to me. Thank you.”

She looked past me at the kids, who had gone unusually quiet. They watched her the way children sometimes do when they know something big is happening — wide-eyed, still, and reverent.

“They’re yours?” she asked, her voice softer now.

“Yes, all four of them,” I said.

“They’re lovely,” she said.

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