Where did you get that ring

whispered, though I hated how weak it sounded.

My father’s mouth tightened. “A husband does not abandon his wife during a storm and return for the insurance money.”

“He hasn’t returned.”

My mother looked at me with sadness so deep I could barely hold her gaze.

“He will,” she said.

By noon, I had driven them downtown. Arthur’s office sat on the twenty-first continue reading …