She kept frantically searching for her brooch in the room, as if something had taken over her, while her mother was angrily screaming at her for making them late to the event. In Aisha’s mind, thoughts of regret were racing faster than a dolphin in the ocean. “How could I lose it?” “Where did I keep it last?” “Who could have possibly laid their hands on it?” She couldn’t fathom that she had lost something as precious as that— the only lasting memory and evidence of her first love. She could see Aman smiling. It felt like a warm embrace around her, trying to calm her down. She kept wondering what it would feel like to fall into his arms again. But her mother entered the room brashly, abruptly pulling her out of her happy haven. Aisha had to gather her thoughts immediately, act as if she were just about to step outside the room, and forget it all like passing thoughts. The music in the car was loud, yet there was still a sinking feeling tugging at Aisha. The horns and sudden jerks of tr...