Grandma lifted one brow, utterly unfazed. “Then post an update. Something like: Oops — turns out I stole the wrong one.”
Carl opened his mouth to object, to defend his daughter, but no words came out.
Grandma had outplayed him and there was nothing he could do about it.
I didn’t say anything. I didn’t have to. I looked down at my hand, and Mom’s ring gleaming on my finger.
The women in my family had gotten married in this ring for generations. It felt like they all were with me in that moment, like Mom was with me, her presence a quiet, comforting strength.
