I once met a girl at a party, and we woke up together. She ran away in the morning because she was late, while I had a leisurely breakfast and took a bath. Then I saw her earrings on the table. They were vintage and heavy. She had mentioned that they were her great-grandmother’s.

I put them in my pocket and went to her home to return them. A pretty lady in a robe who looked like her mother opened the door. “Please give these to Julia,” I said. She flinched, hesitantly took the earrings, and looked at me funny,