Chapter Fifty-Nine

(Vera's perspective)

Silver. No diamonds.

A few hundred dollars, maybe.

Ennio glanced at it and said nothing.

He just looked back down at the half-eaten bread in his hand.

I slipped the ring back into my pocket.

"It's just a plain band," I said. "Not worth anything."

Ennio nodded.

"True." ...

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