It was petite - petite enough for someone to swallow if they tried hard enough, probably. It was a golden ring, the shape of a star. It was starting to rust, but it used to be iridescent and shiny. It was dotted with corroded fake gemstones, some which had obviously fallen out. The band was still slightly gold-coloured, but was obviously starting to have a hazel tinge. It was worthless in the eyes of many, and most couldn’t even fathom why Rosabella kept it.

It was her mother’s ring. A gift bestowed on her just mere days before Jane’s death. Those days with her mother seemed miles away... Like they were from a different timeline. What person would Rosabella be without her precious mother? It was be all different now.. every step seemed wrong, every slight moment of happiness seemed ignorant...

The ring was all Rosabella had. And she wouldn’t back down a fight if it meant the ring being safe.