Where did you get that ring

picnic spot, three stones sat on a flat stump.

Gray. White. Dark with a line through the middle.

Caleb had placed them there.

I smiled.

Behind me, footsteps approached.

For one wild second, I thought it might be Henry.

But it was Diane.

She stopped several feet away.

“You look well,” she said.

I turned toward the water. “I am.”

She removed her sunglasses. Her continue reading …