Approaching the counter, Kiara greeted Mr. Hermann, the store’s elderly jeweler, who was known for his expertise and discretion. She retrieved the ring from its box, carefully placing it on the glass counter. “I’d like to sell this,” she said, her voice steady. The ring caught the light, its emerald centerpiece glinting with a brilliance that briefly mesmerized her.
Mr. Hermann picked up the ring, adjusting his glasses as he examined it under a jeweler’s loupe. His movements were deliberate, his focus absolute. Kiara watched him intently, her chest tightening with anticipation. After everything Ethan had put her through, she felt she deserved something in return—something that could help her start anew.