Stefan nodded, motioning for the man to place the case on the desk. Mr. Daniel, one of the finest jewelers in New York, carefully opened it, revealing rows of engagement rings, each one more dazzling than the last.

Stefan stared at the rings, his expression unreadable. He picked one up, turning it over in his hand. It was delicate, almost timid. Setting it back down, he reached for another, then another, frustration building. None of them felt right. None of them suited 'her'.

“Mose,” he said, his tone sharp but quiet, “why isn’t there anything worth buying here?”

Mose didn’t respond immediately. He knew Stefan well enough to let him...