For decades, Maria quietly wondered why her husband never wore his wedding ring. Each time she asked, he’d smile and say, “It’s not the ring that matters—it’s us.” Though his words were tender, a small ache always lingered in her heart. After his passing, while sorting through his things with their children, Maria opened an old wooden drawer and found a small box hidden beneath a stack of letters. Inside lay the missing ring—untarnished, waiting—and a folded note written in his familiar hand.
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