Mr. Delgado\u2019s office smelled like old paper and coffee. He didn\u2019t make small talk. He set a small wooden box on the desk between us and slid it toward me. Inside, sealed in a little glass locket on a silver chain, was the gummy ring I had given Marguerite in April. She had kept it all those months. Beneath it lay a folded letter in her elegant, shaky handwriting.<\/p>\n
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My darling, it began, I kept my promise. You won\u2019t receive a single dollar from me. I gave you something better instead. Then Mr. Delgado turned his computer monitor around so I could see it. \u201cShe also asked me to show you this,\u201d he said quietly. \u201cHer children have already seen it. They\u2019ve stopped calling my office.\u201d He pressed play, and Marguerite\u2019s face filled the screen.<\/p>\n
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