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 wasn’t a casual knock.

It was sharp and deliberate.

All four kids stopped mid-chaos.

“I hope it’s not Gran,” Noah said, a grimace on his face.

“We’re not expecting Gran,” I said, amused. “Watch Grace, okay? I’ll be right back.”

I wiped my hands and headed to the front door, expecting a package or maybe a neighbor.

It wasn’t either.

A tall man in a charcoal coat stood on the porch, perfectly composed despite the wind.

Behind him, a sleek black Mercedes idled at the curb like it definitely didn’t belong on our cracked sidewalk.

“Lucas?” A slight frown tugged at his face.

“Yes, can I help you?”

He extended his hand.

“I’m Andrew,” he smiled. “You met my mother, Marjorie, yesterday. At the grocery store, I mean.

She told me what happened.”

“Yes… she found her ring.” I nodded slowly. “I’m glad she did.

I’d be torn if I ever lost my wedding ring. My wife is gone… and I…

I’m glad your mom found hers.”

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