Elliot walked around the store with me, holding a snoring Evan as we looked at everything. The jeweler was friendly, even though he didn’t know that I was suddenly loaded again, which made me feel better about the whole thing.

Though I could afford it, I didn’t have expensive taste and didn’t want something flashy enough that I’d need to take it off while I was running dance classes. I found a ring I loved in the right size, already ready to be purchased, with an emerald-shaped ...