Where did you get that ring

He walked to the stand like a man approaching his own grave.

Margaret asked only one question.

“Mr. Whitaker, did your mother want to be left at that bus stop?”

Caleb looked at Diane.

Then Robert.

Then me.

His eyes filled with tears.

“No,” he said.

Diane whispered, “Caleb.”

He shook his head.

“No. She didn’t. She asked where she was supposed to go.”

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