I looked at Jeffrey.
“Why do you have my father’s box?”
“Open it.”
My hands trembled as I lifted the lid.
Inside were letters.
Dozens of them.
Some were written by my father.
Beneath them sat a small ring box.
I opened it.
Inside was a simple diamond ring.
I stared at Jeffrey.
“You bought this?”
He nodded.
“Why didn’t you give it to me?”
He pointed toward another envelope.
Jeffrey’s name was written across the front.
The handwriting belonged to my father.
I unfolded the letter.
My father had written to Jeffrey shortly before he left for college.
He explained that I was likely to be accepted into a teaching program near home.
That I had an opportunity to build a future for myself.
Then he asked Jeffrey not to make me choose between that future and following him.
Dad believed that if Jeffrey proposed, I would immediately go with him.
He asked Jeffrey to step aside.
To give me the opportunity to become my own person.
I looked up through tears.
“My father sent this to you?”
“Before I left. He knew about the ring.”
“How?”
“I showed it to him. I went to ask for his blessing.”
I sat down.
“What did he tell you?”
“That we were too young. That you were so loyal to me that you would give up anything if I asked.”
I stared at the pile of letters.
“So you left and eventually started another life.”
“I tried to stay close to you. But after a while, I convinced myself your father was right. I thought keeping my distance was helping you.”
Anger rose inside me.
“You never asked what I wanted.”
“I know.”
His answer was barely a whisper.
Jeffrey looked toward the window.
“When your letters started coming less often, I assumed your father had been right. I thought you were moving on.”
“My letters slowed down because yours did.”
He nodded.
“I know that now.”
Then he paused.
“Actually, I knew before I married Margaret.”
I stared at him.
“What do you mean?”
“Your father came to see me.”
“What?”
“He came to tell me he had been wrong.”
My father died the following year after a long illness.
According to Jeffrey, Dad had begun regretting what he had done.
He realized that he had interfered with a decision that should have belonged to us.
During that visit, he gave Jeffrey the wooden box.
