“Do you ever think about what would have happened if Poppy hadn’t found it?” she asked.

“Sometimes.”

“I might have kept searching another ten years.”

“Or we might have met some other way.”

“Maybe.”

I looked through the front window at Poppy arranging colored pencils into a rainbow on the coffee table.

“I know one thing,” I said.

“When I saw that ring in her hand, I wanted to keep it for a second.