It wasn't until I was sitting in the passenger's seat of Crew's SUV, my pug deposited safe and sound at the annex, the vehicle carrying us toward the yacht club and our first dive that I remembered to tell him about the hair clip.

Crew listened without comment before sighing. "I'm sorry, Fee," he said. "I wish there was something I could do."

I reached over and squeezed his hand, trapping it in mine. "It's just a hair clip," I said, feeling my shoulders sag. "And it ...