Woman Uses Odd Rock As Doorstop For Years, Then An Expert Tells Her What It Actually Is

A Memory?

Josh’s mom joined them, watching quietly. “I remember him holding it once,” she said. “Polishing it, like it mattered.” She shook her head.

“I thought it was just a hobby thing.” The memory sat awkwardly between them, small but suddenly difficult to ignore now that questions kept stacking up around it.