As she waited, Kiara let her mind wander. She began tallying the possibilities: paying off her bills, upgrading her worn-out suitcase, even treating herself to a small vacation. For the first time in years, she felt a flicker of optimism. This ring, a symbol of her heartbreak, might actually bring her something good.
Minutes stretched into what felt like an eternity. When Mr. Hermann returned, his face was etched with concern. “Miss, I have a few questions,” he began, his voice heavier now. “Where did you get this ring?” His tone was unnerving, and the bubble of hope Kiara had burst instantly.