She Tried to Sell Her Ex’s Ring—The Jeweler Said, “This Doesn’t Belong to You”

Facing the Questions

Her thoughts were interrupted when the door creaked open again. Officer Johnson, the one who had brought her in, returned—but this time, he wasn’t alone. A second officer stepped in beside him, more formal in demeanor. “Hi, Melissa,” he said with a nod. “I’m Officer Davis. I see you’ve already met my colleague, Officer Johnson.” His voice was even, but it carried a quiet authority.

Without wasting time, he got to the point. “Now, I want you to tell us about that ring.” Melissa sat up straighter, surprised by how quickly they brought it up. Her heart pounded faster, and she could feel a fresh wave of anxiety building in her chest. So this was really about the ring. But what could possibly be wrong with it?