The ring arrived properly — not as rumor but as a careful knock at her door. She opened and there he was, holding a red box like a man carrying a confession. His hands trembled in that adult way of people who have been responsible for too many missed trains. They spoke of apology first, then of small practical things: a fight, a neighborly quarrel, a hand that had needed the ring for rent money and then returned it because guilt is heavier than gold.