A sharp metallic sound.

“Back up,” I told them.

The drum rotated again. Clink. Louder this time.

Light flashed off something inside.

I hit pause, reached in, and my fingers touched something small and smooth.

I pulled out a ring.

Gold band. One diamond. Old-fashioned, worn thin where it had rested on a finger for years. Inside, tiny letters were engraved, nearly rubbed away.

“To Claire, with love. Always. — L”

“Always?” Milo asked. “Like forever?”

“Yeah,” I said quietly.

The word hit harder than it should have.

I imagined someone saving for it. Proposing. Wearing it daily. Taking it off to wash dishes. Putting it back on. Over and over.

This wasn’t just jewelry. It was someone’s whole story.

And I won’t lie—my mind went somewhere ugly.

Pawn shop. Groceries. Shoes without holes. A utility bill paid on time.