Hearing Mama tell us what happened that night made me shiver. It's horrifying. Still, there are questions left unanswered.
A vintage ring with a green stone?
"Mama, the ring is very common. Could you be more specific?"
She gave us bits and pieces of what she could remember, but it didn't help much. It was frustrating, but I can't blame her. It has been twenty-five years. Even with the light shining upon the woman, it's not enough really to see the intricate design of that ring.
"I will know when I see it again." Mama sighed. "I'm sorry. I know it doesn't help much, but that's all I remember."
"Where was Papa when this happened? You said he died that night too, but you never mentioned him."
She looked down and stared at the floor. Mama felt embarrassed. "He... wasn't with us that ni
