Hannah looked at me, her expression unreadable. "Ms. Greer, is this your ring?"
I took a deep breath, steadying myself. "Yes," I said, my voice clear and strong. "It was my mother's. I've had it for years."
Phoebe's face contorted with rage. "She's lying! She must have switched the rings somehow!"
I ignored her, stepping forward to reclaim my mother's ring. As I did, my shoulder brushed against Phoebe, causing her to stumble. Her bag, perched precariously on her arm, tipped over, spilling its contents across the floor.
And there, another ring lay amidst the scattered makeup and crumpled receipts—Elaine's ring.
The silence that followed was deafening. All eyes turned to Phoebe, who stood frozen, her face pale with shock. I knelt, picking up Elaine's ring and holding it to h
