With pain.
He looked down at the table, his jaw trembling slightly.
Finally, he whispered, “She’s my sister.”
I stared at him.
“Your sister?”
He nodded.
I shook my head, unable to make sense of it.
“You have a sister. I know that. But why would she need my engagement ring?”
Daniel pulled out the chair opposite him.
“Please, Nadya. Sit down. I owe you an explanation.”
I remained standing for another moment before finally lowering myself into the chair.
My heart was still racing, and although I was relieved to learn that the woman wasn’t an ex-girlfriend, I was nowhere near ready to forgive him.
“Start talking,” I said.
Daniel took a deep breath.
And then he told me a story that changed the way I understood everything that had happened the night before.
The Ring That Belonged to His Mother
“My mother gave me that ring several years before she died,” Daniel began.
