Perhaps it was because she had drunk too much the previous night, when she woke up her head pounded unpleasantly. She closed her eyes, hoping to catch a little rest during the drive. She retrieved her cell phone from her pocket and started scrolling through the photos on it.
Unexpectedly, she came across a photo of the ring that William Griffith had given her.
Once, she had snapped a photo with this ring on her hand, not knowing why or what particular feeling had compelled her to do so.
She wondered if she had subconsciously known at the time she took the photo that, one day, this ring would no longer belong to her.
