It was an old wooden box, tucked deep in the back of a drawer. Its edges were worn, its hinges slightly rusted, as if it had been hiding for years.
Inside, resting quietly as though waiting for its moment, was the wedding ring.
Beneath it lay a folded note. Maria’s hands trembled as she opened it, her heart already racing. She knew that handwriting instantly—the slow, careful strokes of a man who always put thought into every word.
The Note
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