her as your excuse.”
He turned to me. “You called my mother in the middle of the night?”
I said, “Where is the ring, David?”
When he returned, the ring was inside a cheap black jewelry box.
He gave a strained little laugh. “This is ridiculous.”
“Bring it here,” Elaine said.
He looked at her, jaw tight. “I was going to give it back.”
Elaine didn’t blink. “You had three years.”
When he returned, the ring was inside a cheap black jewelry box. Not the velvet heirloom box Elaine remembered. Just something plain and forgettable, like he had wanted the whole thing to become.
He had not lost it.