“She was the most important person in my life,” he continued. “When she died, that ring became one of the few things I had that made me feel close to her.”
He rubbed his hands together.
“I always knew I wanted to propose to you with it. I imagined giving it to the woman I would spend my life with, just as Mom had hoped.”
I looked at the empty place where the ring should have been.
“Then why did your sister take it?”
Daniel shook his head.
“She didn’t take it. I gave it to her this morning.”
“Because she asked you to?”
He nodded slowly.
“Last night, when I told my sister that I had proposed, she was happy at first. She congratulated me and said she hoped we would have a beautiful life together.”
He swallowed.
“Then I told her which ring I had used.”
I waited.
