Dahlia's POV
My fingers shook as I stared at the ring in Ivana's hand. The delicate band with its small diamond caught the light, and my heart shattered all over again. This was my grandmother's ring, the only thing I had left of her.
I had searched for weeks after moving in with Cobb's family. Three sleepless nights I had spent crying, tearing apart every box and corner of my new room. The ring had been my lifeline to the woman who raised me when my mother worked double shifts and my father was nowhere to be found.
Cobb had watched me fall apart during those dark days. He promised he would replace it, buy me something identical, but he never understood. No replica could carry the weight of my grandmother's love or the memories of her weathered hands slipping treats into my school bag.
