Chapter 7

Meanwhile, he just stood there, stunned, hands awkwardly retreating behind his back. Perhaps he had never expected that was what Harry had really felt all these years. With shaking hands, he pulled a diamond ring out of his pocket. He said, "Josie, remember this ring? The pawnshop owner told me you sold it. But it's okay... I bought it back. Here... Give me your hand. Let me put it on you." Of course, I remembered the ring. It was a custom design Calvin had picked out just for me when he proposed. He even flew to South Oferia to hand-select the diamond, claiming it symbolized a once-in-a-lifetime kind of love. But on the day I needed money for Harry's surgery, I had pawned it without a second thought. Looking back now, it was laughable how tightly I once clung to it, treating it like some sacred treasure I never wanted to take off. Calvin gently lifted my right hand, running his thumb over the faint groove on my finger where the ring used to sit. He whispered, "I know you stil