Spencer stayed, opening a small folder of documents.

He showed me old court orders, copies of school records and a birth certificate naming the same parents as mine.

A legal investigator could authenticate everything, he assured me.

He was not asking me to rely on photographs alone.

“What’s the ring got to do with this?” I asked.

Evelyn looked down at her hand.

“Mother’s mother gave it to her.

It’s been in our family for more than a century.