Sterling & Sons Jewelers.
Three weeks before our wedding.
The total at the bottom was high enough to buy a decent used car.
There was no item description.
No diamond description.
No watch model.
Nothing.
Just the amount.
My stomach dropped.
I called Felicia.
She answered on the second ring.
“Valerie, it is eight in the morning.
Please tell me you are calling to say marriage is fantastic.”
“I found something in Callum’s tuxedo.”
Her voice changed immediately.
“What?”
“A key.”
Pause.
“A note from somebody signed R.”
Longer pause.
“And a jewelry receipt for an amount that could probably buy your car.”
“My car is old.”
“Felicia.”
“Sorry.
Read me the note.”
I did.
She became quiet.
“That sounds bad.”
“Thank you.”
“I said sounds.”
“It is bad.”
