I could get used to nights like that. I dreaded rolling over because I knew Michael was no longer there. He probably snuck out late last night and caught a red eye flight to Boston. I rolled over anyway to see if I could at lease still see the indentation on the pillow where his head had been, or maybe savor the exotic scent that marked him unique. No indentation, but there was something there, sparkling in the early morning rays of light. I sat up straight and rubbed my eyes. Then I gasped aloud. On the pillow was a stunning diamond necklace with a large, deep blue heart-shaped pendant. Wow. I picked it up, not entirely sure it was real. It was exquisite. Glittering diamonds reflected light as I turned it in my hand. They bordered the dark sapphire stone. It was mesmerizing. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, and there was no way I could keep it. But it couldn’t hurt to try it on before I gave it back. I hoped out of bed and scurried to my mirror. I placed the necklace carefully around my neck and admired it in the mirror.
