The Silver Ring

“Where is my bracelet?” she asked herself as she looked through her jewelry box. She groaned, unable to find it. She closed her eyes, trying to remember where she had last worn it. But she wasn’t fully awake and after a night of no sleep because of Derrik, it was hard to function.

Just as she was about to give up, she imagined the bracelet on her wrist. She could feel someone touching her softly and with so many emotions that it made her whole body tingle from that one spot on her wrist.

“Where did you get this?” a smooth voice with the smell of alcohol asked, and her eyes sprang open.

“Vegas,” she declared and she shuddered. She moved to the closet and got her bag. She took out the small jewelry bag she had taken with her. She dumped everything out and grabbed her bracelet. As she put it on, a silver ring caught her eye.

“Where did that come from?” She lifted it up to inspect.

It was a simple silver band. She frowned at it and turned it around in her fingers. Suddenly, what looked li