The Wedding Ring Falls, Never to Be Picked Up

I was dropping off a delivery at the Riverton complex when my wife called.

“Babe, there's an old man who fell in unit 1502. Go help him, quick!”

I took the stairs two at a time up to the fifteenth floor and found the apartment.

The old man was fine. Just a leg cramp.

I helped him over to the couch, and he looked at me, grateful.

“Thank you. I don't get around well anymore. My son and his girlfriend are already on their way.”

I smiled and asked to use the bathroom.

From outside the door came a man's and a woman's voices, both anxious.

“Dad, are you okay?”