She heard him leave the room and heaved a sigh of relief. The sight of the soapsuds on her wedding band reminded her of the irony and indicated another reason for the teenager to hate her. The door clicked closed and she turned to face him.
Tama opened his palm to reveal a small velvet box. The maroon colour absorbed the shadows in the room as he popped the lid with extreme care. Hana watched him hold his breath with sacred reverence. She leaned forward and grazed the diamond with her gaze. “It’s beautiful,” she said, her tone genuine. “And expensive.”
“I didn’t nick it!” Tama’s eyes narrowed and he closed the lid on the sparkling beauty. “I’ve worked for Alfred every holiday.” He looked so innocent standing in her kitchen in his boxer shorts, displaying his precious ring. His face refle
