But Ellie asked, “Grandma, do you think somebody’s crying because they lost it?” We immediately searched for its owner.
A desperate woman rushed through the entrance, crying about her missing ring. Ellie returned it, and the woman stared at her as though she had seen a ghost. She thanked us before rushing outside to answer her phone. I thought that was the end of it.
The next morning, a stranger named Nate knocked on my door. He showed me a photograph of Ellie’s mother, Claire, wearing the same diamond ring.
