“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.