A few days later, I was sitting at the kitchen table, admiring the ring again. I turned it over and over in my hand, watching as it caught the sunlight and shone briliantly. It threw rainbows across the walls, and smiled at the sight. I started to put it back in the box when a frantic pounding at the door made me jump.
"Shane! Shane, please, I need you!" the person yelled. Mitchie. I shoved the velvet box roughly into my pocket and ran to the door, yanking it open. Mitchie ran into my arms and began to sob uncontrollably. I did my best to hold her up as her legs collapsed.
"Shhh," I whispered. "Shhhh, Mitchie. Shhhhh. What happened?"
"Tey took Joey away!" she sobbed. My heart froze.
"What?"
"They took him away, Shane! They took my baby away!"
"Who took him?"
"The police! They said I didn't have enough money to support him!" mitchie was completely hysterical now. She broke down crying, and I picked her up, kicking the door closed. I carried her to the couch and pulled her onto my lap, cradling her like a baby, letting her cry herself out.
"We'll get him back, I promise," I told her. "You'll get him back." I rocked her back and forth, trying to calm her down.
"Shane, how will we get him back? It's impossible! It's their word against ours." She hiccuped, and I lifted her chin so she was looking me in the eyes.
"We will get him back."