A taller dresser stood against the opposite wall. On it sat a large jewelry box with glass doors on the front. Traci stopped when she reached it. While curiosity drove her closer, the sense of right or wrong held her back. Trespassing, breaking and entering, and theft. How did you stoop this low? She shook her head. “Who said I was going to steal anything? I’m just going to look.” She lifted the box down, no longer worried about fingerprints. “If I get caught, it won’t matter. If I don’t, no one has any reason to be checking for fingerprints.” She lifted the lid and a neat tray of rings met her eyes. Sapphires, rubies, and emeralds, all set with clusters of diamonds. One of the rubies in the shape of a heart caught her attention. July’s birthstone. If only things had been different. With shaking fingers, she pulled the ring loose and held it up to the light coming in through the window. It sparkled in the sun, the silver band almost glowing white. She slid it on the ring finger of her left hand. Too big. She slid it down her middle finger. Perfect fit. “And I’m not married anyhow. Not anymore.” She examined several of the other rings, but only the ruby heart really held appeal. As she glanced through the rest of the various drawers and doors, she found bracelets and pendants, broaches and chains. She frowned. “I can’t believe no one has been here for any of this stuff.” Other than the dust, nothing in the room seemed out of place, exactly like the rest of house. Just waiting for the owner to walk back in and start living again.