”Open this.” he handed me a box.

It’s a quiet early dinner for us. He went home early and didn’t have calls. Actually it’s been weeks since he’d been so delicate when it comes to accepting calls. No calls during the meals and when he’s around me.

”What’s this?” I asked curiously.

It’s a white box with a pantone shade of pink ribbon. It’s not that heavy. He just suddenly put that box on the table after dinner.

I glanced at him with questioning eyes. “It’s not my ...