Annie's head popped up when he said that and she looked at him with wide eyes. "What about when this is all over. Surely, you'll want them back...?"

Her tone ticked up at the end questioningly since she thought maybe he'd give them to someone else, someone he'd marry eventually. As soon as she thought it, she thought that she supposed that maybe it was a little tacky to recycle wedding rings, but thirty-eight thousand dollars? He couldn't want to just throw that away.

"Fifteen-eighty," the cab driver said as he pulled up to the curb, and Annie reached into her purse for a twenty.