“She said when she died, I should find the lady with the diamond ring.”

The elderly woman froze.

“Your mother is dead?”

The girl nodded.

“She died waiting for someone to come back.”

The middle-aged man’s face darkened.

The elderly woman’s voice cracked.

“Waiting for who?”

The girl stepped closer.

“For her husband.”

The woman’s lips trembled.

“My son died years ago.”

The girl shook her head.

“No, ma’am. He didn’t.”

At that exact moment, a car door slammed behind them.

A familiar voice called the elderly woman’s name.

And the girl whispered:

“That’s him.”