day for twenty-three years.
She wore it while cooking.
While sleeping.
While showering.
When Mom disappeared, almost everything valuable had been left at home.
Her jewelry.
Her purse.
Her belongings.
But that ring was missing.
Jett looked at my face.
“You recognize it.”
I nodded.
Of course he knew about it.
I had shown photographs of my mother and that ring to almost everyone I worked with.
I grabbed the bag.
The couple from the night before had somehow possessed the one object Mom was wearing when she vanished.
My
