Part 1: Dinner at HIS favourite restaurant My eyes focus on his hand, how he holds the pearl between his fingers. They follow it as he brings it to his lips, curling his fingers around the tiny sphere as he gently blows on it. “Ooohh,” escapes my lips. His hand rests beside his plate. It sits quietly in his palm. I desperately want it back. It used to be mine, after all. But now, in this moment, I’m happy to offer it to h...