The war taught me how fragile love can be. Keeping this ring was never about another woman. If anything, it reminded me every day how lucky I was to come home to you.
You were always my safe place.
Yours always,
Walter.”
Tears blurred my vision as I recognized the handwriting I had seen on grocery lists and birthday cards for decades.
For a brief moment I felt angry that he had never shared this story.
But then I heard Walter’s voice in the words, steady and sincere, and the anger softened.
The following morning Toby drove me to the cemetery before visitors arrived.
I placed the ring and Walter’s letter inside a small velvet pouch and laid it gently beside his grave.
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