"This one is yours," he says gently as if he's afraid to speak to the hearing of my parents. But I care less because my full attention is on the gift. My brows lift.

"Just mine?" I asked rhetorically.

"Yes, yes. Open it." He urges nicely with the sweetest voice I have ever heard. At this time my parents had gotten what they wanted, thanked Nolan, and moved to the other side of the sitting room.

Suddenly, it is left just me and Nolan.

For a while I hesitate, smiling and frowning, ...