“Safe and sound in my home safe,” she said.

“Right next to my passport.”

“Can you send me a picture of them?” I asked.

The rattle of the grocery cart stopped abruptly.

“A picture?” Vanessa asked.

Her voice dropped a note lower, losing some of its sweetness.

“I just want to see how the custom engraving turned out,” I said.

“The jeweler said the lettering was tricky to fit on Ethan’s band because of the sizing.”