Months had gone bye.
The times were as difficult as they could had imagined.
The work in the diner was hard,
and despite the fact,
that it had been nearly a year since the idea with their own cupcake business was born,
the saved money counted only up to 1000$.
The winter had come and go.
Max christmas present for Caroline was a special surprise.
They loved each other for the first time.
Afterwards Caroline presented her present.
Her last two rings.
Not that expansive,
but Caroline told Max,
that they were in the Channing family for over a hundred years.
Three generations of couples had worn them.
It had become a tradition.
At first Max founded it quite bizarre,
that she had to wear a ring, who was used,
with the same idea behind that, by so many, in her words, "dead people".
But Caroline loved the idea.
So she had no choice.
During a warm spring afternoon,
this exactly ring was placed on her finger.
Caroline s touched it with hers.
She had snuggled herself into Max s body.
They both lay on the couch.
Max was playing with Caroline s hair,
like she has done so often in the passed months,
when Caroline said something.
Clear and determined.
"Maxi, we have to talk about my dad."