“This is Closet and Trunk Antiques,” Church says, not bothering to whisper, but not raising his voice either. “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.”
