““He’d admired it in the window of a shop on the Strand when he’d met her for dinner one evening, never expecting her to surprise him with it a couple of days later. Now he could see that perhaps she’d bought it out of guilt, but at the time, he just felt it showed how much she’d loved him. He’d been too wrapped up in their future to see it as just a present. And today, perhaps appropriately, it had stopped. Still, at least he was making good time—for””
