Where did you get that ring

For a minute, I just stood there beside the valet stand, breathing.

My hands were shaking now.

Not from fear.

From the delayed arrival of pain.

A valet in a gray vest asked gently, “Ma’am, are you okay?”

I wanted to say yes.

That is what I always said.

Yes, I’m fine.

Yes, it’s okay.

Yes, don’t worry about me.

But the words would not come.

So I said, “No. But continue reading …