That ring... Robert whispered, his voice barely audible over the ambient sounds of the party. In an extreme close-up, the camera focused on the sparkling square-cut diamond resting on the reflective surface of the silver tray. The world around Robert seemed to fade into a complete blur as memories he had buried for over two decades rushed back to the surface. Robert took an abrupt step forward, abandoning his place beside his new bride, who watched him with a look of profound confusion. Robert, what are you doing? the bride’s voice echoed softly behind him, but Robert was entirely deaf to her concern. He tracked the waiter with wide, desperate eyes, closing the distance between them in three long strides. Before the young man could step away to serve another table, Robert reached out with trembling, tear-streaked hands and grabbed the waiter by the shoulders, his knuckles turning white against the boy’s white vest. Where did you get that ring? Robert demanded, his chest heaving as tears spilled over his lower lashes.