The woman froze, then dropped to her knees, clutching the ring.
"Thank you. Oh my God, thank you."
She looked up at Ellie and studied her face, stunned, like she was seeing a ghost.
"Was it your wedding ring, dear?" I asked.
"No. It’s much more complicated. You really saved my life."
Her phone rang. She glanced at the screen, went pale, and hurried outside.
"It’s much more complicated."
I never even got her name.
We went home with our groceries. I thought that was the end of it.
I was wrong.
At 7:15 the next morning, someone pounded on my front door.
A black SUV sat at the curb. A tall man in a dark suit stood on my porch holding a large envelope.
I kept the chain on.
I thought that was the end of it.
"Can I help you?"
"Are you the woman whose granddaughter found a diamond ring yesterday?"
