Leaving the airport, the driver puts our bags in the trunk before getting in the car to drive us home. We're about halfway there when Owen shifts in his seat, pulling his wallet out. "Here, I think you should have this back." He holds out my ring and my lips part in surprise. Why did he have it on him? Did he expect this to happen? "It's been in my wallet ever since I found it sitting on my dresser. It was a constant reminder of my mistakes."
I allow him to slide it onto my finger, smiling as I admire it. "I've always loved this ring. Thank you Owen."
"You're welcome," he says, leaning over to kiss me.
I can't believe he's kept it with him all this time. He never stopped hoping for another chance.
After a while, we pull into the driveway where Owen puts in the code for the gate. The dr
