Sara smiled to herself as she looked through her mother's things and then her sisters. She could remember without the pain that came with the memories. Sometimes they had worn the items. She was happy to know where they were. She thought it was funny that in ten years, she hadn’t thought where certain things were after she had settled into Joyce’s house. It was odd in a way. She had never questioned anything that the older woman had said as she spouted things that sounded like they could be the truth to a fifteen-year-old.

 The night was not as long as he hoped as the daylight spread through the bedroom, and he watched her begin to wake up and stretch. The soft smile that had been on her face as she slept, knowing that she and he both felt the same about each other and that everything they had hoped for was going to happen someday as long as they were together and worked to keep themselves that way. He knew they were finally on the same page of the book.

 Garett walked into the offices a new man. The ring seemed to have life in it, and he knew he had a lot to live up to. His sister was the first to see it. “You got married and didn’t tell us?” She asked, surprised.“No,” Garett said. “Though I would tell you when we do get married. Sara gave me her father's ring from her old house