Her hand emerged with the ring on the tip of her finger. He slid it onthe rest of the way, then let her look, and she gasped. The diamond was emerald-cut and exquisite, flanked by single baguettes, the whole of it set in platinum.
“The center stone was my mother’s,” he said softly. “I would be honored if you would wear it.”
Poppy could barely breathe. “Omigod,” she whispered. “It’s gorgeous.” And suddenly she was tired of standing. She threw her arms around Griffin’s neck as the crutches fell to the ground. He picked her right up in his arms.
“Gorgeous isn’t yes or no,” he said against her hair.
“Yes. Yes!” she cried, but another cry echoed it. It was one she had heard a short time before, risen from the lake to mark a rebirth.
The loons had returned to Lake Henry.
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