Chapter29

#Chapter29

JAMESON

Six years ago

Dad’s office was his sanctuary. Not that he needed it. Mom and he had a very giving, loving relationship. The kind I hoped, with the ring I held in my palm, would be mine.

Shelia had arrived two hours ago, full of chats and laughter. After an hour in her company, Mom still smiled, but the happiness at our news had faded from her eyes. Dad, his usual reserved self, said little one way or the other, yet he’d given me the blue velvet box that contained my Oma’s wedding ring without hesitation.

One enormous obstacle averted.

/"Jameson./"

I closed the box on the round cut 5.2ct diamond and lifted my head.