“Mum?” She held the box, the ring tucked into the crook of her middle finger on the left hand, and the letter on top.
“There you are,” her mother replied, then, “what’s this?”
“I found a letter.” She let her mother take it. She watched closely as her mother read. A faint crease formed between her brows.
“This was up there?” She flicked her eyes in the direction of the opening.
“In this box, with a photograph,” she studied the face that skimmed back over the letter, “this was there too…”
The light danced through the stone. Her mother sighed. She recognised the ring, Wendy realised.