My heart starts to soar, and I can’t stop the smile that spreads across my face. “I will. Thank you.”
And I truly mean it.
Before I walk away, I do the one thing I know is necessary to finally move on: I take the ring off my finger. “Here,” I whisper, holding the cherished piece of white gold in my hand, the moonlight reflecting off the diamond.
Angie glances down, her eyes filling with tears once more. “No.”
“Yes,” I insist. “It was your mother’s ring. It should stay in the family.”
She shakes her head, and slowly reaches for the ring Josh gave me – the one he asked his mother for when he was going to propose. “You are family,” Angie insists.
“I know,” I reply with a sad smile, “but I don’t need it anymore.”
They both seem to understand that this is a big moment for me. She takes the ring, gripping it tightly in her palm, and offers me another smile. We exchange hugs once more before I slowly make my way toward the car.
I wave before slipping inside. Suddenly, I’m overcome with the need to see Nick, to explain why I ran, and what I discovered along the way. What I was too scared to face, yet realized it with the one woman I never would have expected.
I need to see Nick.
But, I have one quick stop to make first.