A short story set in a small farming community in Western Australia. A symbol of love and compassion, ' he whispered, pressing the cool stone into her hot hand-a hand wet with tears brushed from her face. She blinked and gazed at her pale palm. The dark object resting in its centre floated into view through the watery haze across her eyes. A garnet. And not just any garnet. Her garnet. The gift from him, to keep forever. The gift she'd lost, but which had somehow found its way back to her, the way Mal never had....