We have to give it back. I KNOW we have to give it back. But when I'm holding it as the only thing I have, whether it has meaning or not, I can't. We look at each other and study each other's eyes. I stare deep into her light blue, contemplating eyes as I push my eyebrows up from where they sat. I need to look sure. I need my own eyes to say "I know what we're doing. This is right." But truthfully...