Chapter 113

Tears mist my eyes, threatening to break, and it’s obvious Dane can see them, given they blur my vision. So overwhelmed by the thoughtfulness and effort he put into this that it’s blown me away. Herat swelling with a huge ache, and I must swallow down the urge to burst into floods..

“Don’t say anything, just wear it….and open this one.” Dane seems to miss the heavy importance of this moment and how touched I am by what he brought me. Or maybe my being a weirdo and starting to cry over a necklace has him wanting to move on. He was never good with my tears, according to him.

“I will, always, every day.” I don’t want to close it out of sight, so instead, I lay it on the bed open to gaze at it as he fishes out a box from the other side of his jacket and holds it out to me. It’s smaller, deeper, and more of a card box than a jewelry one, like something artisan or handcrafted from a street stall or boutique.

“This one was just because I saw it and thought you might like it