by Kate Lormand, M.S
On an early fall morning Lydia came downstairs only to find her mother wringing her hands at the kitchen sink. “What's up Mom?” she asked. Her mother was visibly upset, “I left my ring on the window ledge and now it is gone, did you happen to take it?” It was then that Lydia happened to notice the sticky fingerprints on the glass and the ink stained napkin that were sitting on the window ledge…..