Another bath towel. Whether it’s an overseas trip with the boys or a visit back home to his family, he would always return with a new bath towel for his beloved. It was their thing. Japan blessed her with a deep violet, with her name lavishly embossed into the fabric. New Zealand, a turquoise ensemble with patterned fine linings of olive green. Italy was the most delicate of them all, tied with a white and pink silk ribbon, oozing with a look of luxury. Singapore. Gold Coast. Kuala Lumpur. Time and time and time again, until the frequency of these marvellous gifts grew gradual by each trip. Until the inevitable. He was partying in Thailand, and she was at home, sobbing in the shower.