I’d teased him after he scraped it against the garage workbench during a home renovation.
« It’s exactly the same, » I whispered.
The woman looked at me carefully.
« You recognize it. »
It wasn’t a question.
I swallowed.
« My husband wears a ring with a mark just like that. »
Neither of us spoke.
The flight attendant pushed a beverage cart past our row, smiling politely, completely unaware that two strangers had just discovered their lives might be connected.
The woman slowly locked her phone.
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