“After Walter’s hip surgery a few years back, he sent it to me. He said I was still better at tracking people down. He asked if I’d try again to find Elena’s family, just in case. I tried, Edith. There was nothing left to find.”
“She pressed this ring into Walter’s hand and begged him.”
I wiped my face with Walter’s old handkerchief.
“So, I kept it safe for him. When he passed, I knew this belonged with you, with him.”
I took a long breath.
“Mama?”
I looked up at my daughter. “Just give me a minute, love.”
I unfolded the first note: Walter’s handwriting, crooked and certain, just like I remembered from grocery lists and birthday cards.
I wiped my face with Walter’s old handkerchief.
