But I stopped myself.
Then I remembered something inside my handbag.
A small jewelry box.
I’d been carrying it because two bracelets needed repairs.
One was a silver friendship bracelet Megan had given me five years earlier.
We owned matching ones.
The engraving read:
Sisters Before Misters.
The other was an anniversary bracelet Ryan had bought me during our tenth year of marriage.
Its inscription said:
Forever Yours.
Both clasps had broken recently.
I’d planned to take them to a jeweler after visiting Mom.
But suddenly, those bracelets seemed to represent something completely different.
I opened the box, placed them side by side, and added a handwritten note.
Then I approached a flight attendant.
“Would you mind delivering this to the passengers in seats 2A and 2B? It’s a personal gift.”
After checking that it contained ordinary personal belongings, she agreed.
I returned to my seat.
Moments later, the attendant handed Ryan the box.
