My sister died when I was six and she was seventeen. Years later, at twelve, I found her simple silver ring and kept it as a secret comfort, a connection to her.
At a family lunch last weekend, my brother proposed to his girlfriend — with that exact ring. The room erupted in joy, but I just froze, shocked and speechless. I had no idea how he found it, and suddenly the moment felt anything but happy. I knew I needed answers.