The caregiver walked out of the cloakroom and brought the ring box to Andrew, "Mr. Stewart, should we take this with us?"

Andrew was looking downstairs at Lana, who was curled up. He emotionlessly averted his gaze and looked at the ring held by the caregiver.

He was lost in his thoughts, 'This ring was chosen by the both of us when we got married. I still remember when I threw this ring away when we argued; Lana cried while searching for it all night downstairs when, in actuality, it was still