“Next week, sweetheart, I promise,” I said as I put the carton back on the cold shelf.

She never complains about anything, and that’s honestly the hardest part of raising her.

We cut through the seasonal aisle so she could look at the colorful Halloween bags.

Suddenly Harper crouched down on her knees and reached behind a large cardboard display box.

“Grandma, look,” Harper whispered softly as she stood back up.

“Somebody left a real treasure here.”

In her small palm sat a heavy gold ring.

The diamond on top was bigger than anything I’d ever seen outside a luxury jewelry store window.

My heart started pounding against my ribs as I looked around the empty aisle.

For one shameful second, a dark thought crossed my mind about how nobody saw us and I could just slip it in my purse.

I thought about the leaking roof, the orange juice, and the blood pressure pills I’d been cutting in half to make them last.

That single ring could pay for all of our problems for a long time.

“Grandma?” Harper asked, looking up at me with big innocent eyes.

“Do you think somebody’s crying right now because they lost it?”