Chapter 13 - MY RING
The engagement ring stayed in an evidence locker for months.
Then returned.
Legally mine.
Preston had given it as an engagement gift, and state law could have complicated ownership depending fault and jurisdiction, but his counsel waived any claim as part of civil cleanup.
I did not want it.
Twenty-seven carats? No, absurd. Let's keep restrained.
Six-carat diamond.
Old European cut.
Warren’s grandmother’s stone reset into a new ring.
Family history.
I offered it back to Margaret.
She said:
“Absolutely not.”
Then to Preston’s estate representative? He was alive. Through counsel, no.
Eventually the stone was sold.
I donated the net proceeds to a domestic-violence legal-services organization after tax and legal review.
No publicity at first.
Then reporters found out anyway.
The internet called it poetic.
I disliked that.
Women do not need abuse to produce charitable symbolism.
May you like
Still, the money helped lawyers answer phones.
Enough.
