Sighing, he lifted the envelope, leaving the desktop an empty expanse of wood. The box of envelopes and pen were stashed in the drawers. In the envelope was the last trace of Stacy, except perhaps the immaculate keeping of the furniture she insisted on.
The ring was strangely heavy in its paper prison. He wondered if it had felt heavy on Stacy’s hand. Hi…
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