one shameful second, I imagined keeping it.
Then Ellie asked,
“Do you think somebody’s crying because they lost it?”
I swallowed hard.
“Let’s find out, sweetheart.”
She was right. I couldn’t bring myself to keep something that belonged to someone else.
We were heading toward customer service when a woman rushed through the entrance.
She was about forty, with mascara streaking down her cheeks and one shoe untied.
“Please!” she cried to the cashier. “Has anyone turned in a diamond ring? I was here twenty minutes ago!”
Ellie ran straight
