On her left hand was the exact same enormous diamond ring that Harper had retrieved at Target just yesterday afternoon.

I pulled the photo closer to my face to examine the teenage girl.

The gentle smile, the dark wavy hair, and those deep familiar eyes hit me all at once.

My hands went ice cold in an instant.

It was Paige, my late daughter-in-law and Harper’s mother.

I had known Paige since she was twenty years old, but I had never seen a single picture of her as a teenager.

Paige and my beloved son Ryan had died together in a terrible car accident three years ago.