Then I saw Emily and Lily.
Both were fully dressed, kneeling on the bathroom floor.
Emily was holding an old toothbrush.
Lily had a small towel in her hands.
Mike stood beside the sink holding a screwdriver.
All three stared at me like I had caught them doing something illegal.
“What is going on?”
Nobody answered.
Then I noticed a small metal box sitting beside the sink.
It was open.
Something inside caught the light.
I stepped closer.
And stopped breathing.
Inside was a ring.
My old wedding ring.
Not the one Mike had given me.
The ring from my first marriage.
The ring I had lost almost five years earlier.
I had searched everywhere for it.
Eventually, I assumed it had disappeared during our move.
I looked at Mike.
“Where did you get this?”
Lily looked at Emily.
Emily finally answered.
“We found it.”
“Where?”
Mike pointed toward the open cabinet beneath the sink.
