With a smile, you remember the small parcel that I gave you last time we met. Hidden away, you had almost forgotten it. Lifting it down from its hiding place, your mind recalls my words to you when I gave it to you. “Wear this next time we meet. But, under no circumstances open this box until just before you set off. Text me when you leave.” At the time, you thought my words a little strange, but now you are intrigued. Pu...