There must be something you could sell,’ my boyfriend said after we’d spent another evening talking about our debts.
‘There isn’t,’ I replied. ‘I’ve already sold my grandmother’s wedding ring, and I regret doing that.’
‘Why?’ Jon frowned as he sat back in his chair and stared at me. ‘It was only a lump of gold.’
‘But it had great sentimental value,’ I blurted out, hoping I wouldn’t embarrass myself by crying in front of him.
