As we pulled into her driveway, she reached over and squeezed my hand.
“Thank you for seeing me,” she whispered, and those five words held more love than all of Caroline’s expensive wedding combined.
The ring now sits in a velvet box on my dresser. Not as a trophy, not as revenge, but as a promise.
Grandma said she wanted me to have it, so I could give it to my daughter one day. More importantly, I’ll be able to give her the history and significance that goes with it.
And I’ll tell her about her great-grandmother, who knew that the most valuable things in life can’t be bought.
And Caroline?
Last I heard, the wedding video got mysteriously deleted. A drone “malfunction,” apparently.
And I couldn’t help thinking that the moment she tried to immortalize in gold was lost while the moment she tried to bury became unforgettable.
Some things money just can’t buy. And some lessons come at a price even Caroline couldn’t afford.
