She pushed the box toward me.
“It should stay in your family.”
“It was supposed to become part of a marriage. Instead, it became part of a lie. I’m done letting it belong to that story.”
“I can’t take that.”
“Yes, you can.”
“It should stay in your family.”
Her expression softened. “Sarah, you were my family for ten years. And if David ever marries someone else, he can choose a ring with his own honesty.”
When the jeweler placed the finished pendant in my hand, it looked almost unfamiliar.
I looked at the box for a long time before I picked it up.
A month later, I took it to a jeweler and had the stones reset into a small pendant. Nothing bridal. Just something simple I chose for myself.
When the jeweler placed the finished pendant in my hand, it looked almost unfamiliar.
For years, that ring had been a promise David never made and a lie I never knew I was carrying.
Now it was mine.
Not because he had finally chosen me.
Because I had chosen what it would become.