Lucia sat in the VIP waiting room of the airport. Michael was right beside her. He had her hand in his and was tracing the lines of her palms. She smiled as a joke came to her. She bit it back and looked around the room. Her sister, Caroline, was sitting further down the row with a bottle of water in her hand. Lucia noticed that her free hand kept going up to the necklace she had around her neck—a delicate string of diamonds with a black pearl dangling at the bottom. Lucia had never seen it before, but that was the thing with Caroline's jewellery. She was never sure what was new and what was pulled from her extensive collection.