He Thought She Was Just a Mechanic—Then Her Ring Shattered His Family’s Past (4 of 4)

Amara handed him a grease-smudged business card. “Amara’s Auto, Southside. We open early.”

He glanced at it, then asked gently, “Wells… is that your last name?”

She hesitated. “Yeah. Amara Wells.”

The name hit him like a lightning bolt.

Wells.

He watched her drive off, disappearing into the shimmer of heat. Behind him, the Aston Martin purred. But his thoughts were miles away—racing back through decades of family secrets and lost love.

That ring had brought two stories full circle.

And maybe, just maybe, they were only beginning to unfold.