“You are a very good person, Rebecca.”
Back to the wooden box. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.
There was a ring inside.
A simple gold band with one round stone set in the center. Attached to it was a small, folded note, and my hands shook as I opened it: “If you are willing, I would like you to meet my son, Walter.”
I looked up from the note to the officer standing on my step.
“What is this?”
“Ma’am, we’d like you to come with us. Walter was very specific that you should see this in person.”
