My fiance’s mother, after our first meeting and upon my first departure from Egypt, had given me her pearl ring set in a silver clover embedded with tiny diamond chips in its leaves, which surrounded the white incandescence.
On way to our second meeting, my betrothal’s soon dissolution, and tears in my retreating, the gem got caught against something in transit along airports, leaving me with an empty setting as more than an omen of what was yet to come.
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