I was slouched on the couch, flicking through channels, when I noticed a white box on the coffee table.
Ashton came into the living room. "It's for you. Open it."
"For me?" I looked up, surprised, and reached for the box, flipping the lid open.
Inside were two rings.
I froze, my fingers hovering over the smooth metal.
He stepped into my line of sight, standing right in front of me. "They are our wedding rings."
I glanced at the rings again. A pair of platinum bands, each with a delicate band of diamonds embedded in them. The first letters of our names—'M' and 'A'—were engraved inside.
I didn't reach for them. "What happened to the rings we wore to your grandfather's party? I probably lost mine somewhere in the pool."
"It has been found, but that was just a prop, b
