The sun shone but Stella felt it like jagged shards of ice penetrating her skin. Passers-by saw her, a beautiful woman for her age, sitting by the edge of the lake watching it stir in the afternoon breeze. They didn’t see the turmoil within, the guilty secret grinding her down to dust. The late summer sun reflected off the sparkling diamond on her finger, reminding her of happier days filled with love and laughter. Suddenly the ring became a symbol of loss. In one swift move she removed it and threw it into the lake, transferring the turmoil on to the rippling water.