The moment the door closed, I pointed at the dress.Clothing
“Start explaining.”
He looked down at himself.
“I know how it looks.”
“I sincerely doubt that.”
A tiny, miserable laugh escaped him.
Then he reached into the pocket.
“Mom, Dad wanted you to have something.”Choose Baby Gear
He pulled out a small object wrapped in white tissue.
“He told me you were supposed to get it after he died.”
Inside was a single pink earring.
Cheap metal.
One fake stone missing.
The hook slightly bent.
I knew it.Book Grief Counseling
My hand closed around the back of the chair.
“No.”
“What?”
“Where did he get that?”
Daniel crouched in front of me.
“He kept it.”
Tears filled my eyes.Order Custom Logos
That earring had disappeared more than thirty years ago.
Before Daniel.
Before mortgages.
Before cancer medication covered our kitchen counter.
I was twenty-three.
Richard and I were dating. I had worn that pink dress to a cheap little restaurant where the owner offered free dessert to anyone brave enough to dance when an old song came on.Design Custom Rings
