Evil Origins: a Horror & Dark Fantasy Collection
“The near side of forty crept around the corners of her eyes. She looked down at the ring finger on her right hand and the glowing, white ring of skin near the knuckle. She held it up to her face as if the ring would reappear. It did not. She fixed her hair and redistributed the lip gloss with a quick pucker. As Molly drove for the park, she replayed the conversation with Brian in her head for the fourth time.
“Shit!
It’s not on my finger.”
“I’ve got it in my hand,” Brian said.
“Did I leave it at your place?”
“I know! Crazy, right? I had no idea the ring was yours when I found it in the bowling alley.”
“What’s going on, Brian?”
“I was about to call the desk manager, but then I recognized the engraving on the inside. It had to be yours.”
“He’s there, isn’t he? Drew is with you.”
“Of course,” Brian said. “I always take East 112th Street home from the alley.”
“Are you in trouble? Has he lost his mind?”
“Right!
People lose things all the time.
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