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Michael had carried it everywhere until the day he died.
That morning, I had cleaned it carefully with a dish towel.
The ring was empty.
But if everything went according to plan, by lunchtime Lily’s first car key would be hanging from it.
I heard her bedroom door open upstairs.
“Ready?” I called.
No response.
I smiled and jingled the keychain.
“Lily, if you make us late, somebody else is going to buy that car.” CompareCar Insurance