“My father bought my mother's engagement ring from here when they were seventeen.” He looks around, using what little light is trickling in from the orange streetlamp outside to see. Subconsciously, I rub at the ring on my finger and Church smiles. “And yes, that one, too.” “You bought a used ring?” Spencer asks, giving Church a look. “You? Of all people? How much was it?” “In some instances—rare instances—tradition is more important than price.”
